This is a song about "Stock market crash great depression"

Work straight out the kitchen

Crash and burn, ryan dunn

Motherfuck my phone, it never has reception

Eventually leading you to depression

I roam like phone with no vocal reception

You caught me in a state of depression

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

I'm open to the market

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit

And u know my number just give it a call if u wana brawl

Drops there jaw in aw!like a stock marketer watching the stock market fall

Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

I am the hardest in the market