This is a song about "Market"

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

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

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

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

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Here i go again, falling in love

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

I am the hardest in the market

Please get hip to that new d.c. shit

I'm open to the market

It shows i know a bit