This is a song about "Profit market customers product supply demand"

Nowadays you look empty, ya love runnin on a low supply

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

I'm open to the market

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

Word of advise, don't feed your customers chicken fried mice,

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

On the hot block movin’ weight and hustlin’ mounds of product,

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

I don't really give a fuck

Superman the product

Could be applied to this shit

I am the hardest in the market