This is a song about "The black market"

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

Took a trip to a market, and saw all the candy

Yeah i ain't done

Black sheep i'm the villain

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

But now, there's no moon- the sky is all black.

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Black sneakers. black tops. talking smack while the smack drops

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

I'm open to the market

Black bird out in the club tonight

See i can put down the pipe

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,