This is a song about "Loot crate"

I'll loot the profit first.. getting props for verbs.

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

From the system,we're made from,they cannot loot us from our existence

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Place ya feet up, gimme the loot like biggie said it,

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

We're looking for stuff that we can loot for a buck, cause we're hungry for dough

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

My pace scatters i've got loot like bankers

I got blammas, you'll drop your hammers

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

Of course i'm robbin' too, i ain't got the loot to cop some shoes,

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

I can seal your fate in a crate and make that shit parana bait