This is a song about "Market"

I am the hardest in the market

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

I am the hardest in the market

The master of this rap shit

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

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

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

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

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

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.