This is a song about "Stock market class mr rehburger"

So chase the air hide your stash

Shitting his stock of cash out his ass

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

I am the hardest in the market

Your beautiful during class

Lights will flash, cars will crash

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

I need to be the center piece of my entire culture

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

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