This is a song about "Market"

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

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

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

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

Not only from the rap game, i'm including the planet

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

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

And u know my number just give it a call if u wana brawl