This is a song about "Stock market"

Get that h-i cus c simeon got risin stock/

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

Here i go again, searching for love

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

Shitting his stock of cash out his ass

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

The most brokest cold stock broker winter solstice

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

I am the hardest in the market

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Fuck a gun wheres my bow? flaming arrow in stock, aiming at your throat ready to let it go

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

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