This is a song about "Market"

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

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

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

One month later you cornered me in market, you thought i could be an easy target.

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Im going, i gotto, this is my motto stand tall, and fuck them all

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

I can pass out many scantrons, fail many students

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.