This is a song about "Market"

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

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

Smile on my face got me feeling like the shit

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

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

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

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

Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

I am the hardest in the market

We never tattle, let god handle that

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

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

Making it hard trying ta figure who's out ta trap me, pataki, got all

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