This is a song about "The black market"

White sofas contrast the black constrictive boas

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Black sheep i'm the villain

I'm caged up in state prison

I make them ho's strip

I'm open to the market

The villian’s back and venom black

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Fuck the liberals and conservatives, we’re white and we’re black,

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.