This is a song about "Strong market"

Now that you’re gone, gone, gone

But i kept myself strong

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

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

'cause her love was so strong

And we don't know no right from wrong

Milatary behind us two million soldiers strong

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

But killing the competition in that cosabella thong

Sprinkle some slinky dust, quickly become mystically strong,

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

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

And you ain't doing nothing wrong

100 dollar worth of strong

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds