This is a song about "The black market"

I am the hardest in the market

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

To their backs and attract the black on black

I heard that statistic i almost cried

Black bird out in the club tonight

All black everthing on some jigga shit

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

White sofas contrast the black constrictive boas

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love