This is a song about "Market"

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Took a trip to a market, and saw all the candy

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

I make them ho's strip

I'm open to the market

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Carcasses in carpet and drag em off to the market and sell em for charges

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit

You try to call the cops a new snitches on the market.

Young money motherfucker we the shit

I am the hardest in the market

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

One month later you cornered me in market, you thought i could be an easy target.

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good