This is a song about "At"

Thats where my profit is at

Make the fingers snap

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

At my pinnacle at a point so pivotal

Swinging at open wounds at the wrist

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

Smoking hash thats where the stacks at

Take her where the couch at

I know what you do with that

You know where i be at

Top dropped down, black on black

My conscious only knew whats half tight

Flows keep comin at you at the speed of light

We all know 12 is where its at

The door crack, niggas all black