This is a song about "Super market"

Inferior, but i'm nice

Double double super size

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

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

I'm about to go super nova

I try to tell them i'm one of the

When wearing super skinny jeans.

Little more weed, first class seats

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Words flouous, too many, i make that super

I shine like something in the sky

Look i'm fly, super saiyen high

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

I'm open to the market