This is a song about "Seaworks market economy"

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Took a trip to a market, and saw all the candy

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

All the women say my name, at the same damn time

Folks trick themselves to think the economy is fine,

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

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

When nothing finds strong in such a weak economy,

I am the hardest in the market

But i'm leaving town in a little bit