This is a song about "Market"

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

I am the hardest in the market

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

I am the hardest in the market

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

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