This is a song about "Market"

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

The ladies baby boomin before they high school juniors

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

I am the hardest in the market

Foolish, i be on that new shit

The next day you is everybody target

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

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

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

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see