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

Cant even make a profit

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

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

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

Livin' inside a box, but i make a sick profit,

This is like love, that you can never get

How i do itthinkin' i'm new to this

Ity is just a product, profit and motive

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

You sit in filth while you hate those who sit in wealth,

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

I acted brainlessly, and did everything to gain wealth

With those wack lines you'll never see profit

Get the zippo and spark the shit