This is a song about "Stock market"

Following the king of diamonds, bitch you went ape shit

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock

One month later you cornered me in market, you thought i could be an easy target.

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

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