This is a song about "Strong market"

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

But thats just called dealing with shit and staying strong,

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

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Milatary behind us two million soldiers strong

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Fuck wolf gang, fuck what? here let's take a trip

I am the hardest in the market

I will grow, and render, make myself strong,

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Looking so damn right you're wrong

They can't knock me down cause my stance strong