This is a song about "Gross net profit"

The smartest and never crowned for profit

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

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

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

I respect that you don't know yet

Mc still nothing but net

Living out of a homeless shit

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

With those wack lines you'll never see profit

Y'all similes is literal shit

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

And my momma keep smoking that shit

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

Flaming wrath, i'll lace the crack, drop hooks like a fishing net,