This is a song about "Market"

I'm open to the market

Lord forbid, for the good kid

I am the hardest in the market

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

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

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

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

Bitches love me out houston like spinach dip