This is a song about "Market"

Blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

Drops there jaw in aw!like a stock marketer watching the stock market fall

Come-on mr. fool show me what you got , seems like you don't know anything about rapping at all

I'm doing shit i never might of did

I am the hardest in the market

Shoot till there ain't shit left in the clip

I'm open to the market

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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