This is a song about "Market"

Then play you all my latest shit

I'm open to the market

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

I put my head on the table an sacrificed it all, just to be kicked down infront of them all,

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

Go to college, get a job, marry, have a kid

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

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Look in the scope, my people still a target

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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