This is a song about "Super market"

But all i really want is a kiss on the cheek

Throwing super heat, my girls a super freak,

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

And i'm the super-learning device.

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

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

Double double super size

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

We had some super duper days

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

When wearing super skinny jeans.

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets