This is a song about "Riot market"

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

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

Here i go again, searching for love

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

I am the hardest in the market

Catch us smokin’ that quik trip

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

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit

I'm open to the market

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good