This is a song about "Seaworks market economy"

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Korrupt kats that's jocking me, poverty, possibly a oligarchy economy

The next day you is everybody target

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

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

When when the economy of america breaks

Intervals polluting the economy/

A military mind mean money

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

Folks trick themselves to think the economy is fine,

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love