This is a song about "Stock market"

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Fuck these gomers, our country's run by stock brokers.

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

You ain't the reason why they came like the fries at hooters

I'm open to the market

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Eric ya long-haired derelict look what i've got stock in store,

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

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

Like a chick,get a whole new stock of tamphons and pad.

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Carcasses in carpet and drag em off to the market and sell em for charges

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

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