This is a song about "Economics profit scarcity want wealth"

You was up thirty, now your down fifty

Rivals must wait in line, like its scarcity/

It's just my fate, let me chill, nah flip

The smartest and never crowned for profit

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

On this side of the tracks there's only riches and wealth

Never will i ever utter never to myself

Put the money in boxes and sell it and still make profit,

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

And i wanna be like #justin and jt: make a profit

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

I acted brainlessly, and did everything to gain wealth