This is a song about "Riot market"

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Protest and we'll fight and start a riot, and march on,

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

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

Accountable for a half a million unaccounted for... boy

People riot and destroy, but we ain't done cause we want to destroy

Protest and we'll fight and start a riot, and march on,

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Mount olympus is quiet until i go and start a riot

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

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

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

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

That get excited about a fucking riot

I'm hoping we can change with timei'm living blinded