This is a song about "Profit"

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

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

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

Cigars in these packet car keys after platinum profit

Invent things like spaceships, diamond baguette bracelets and earn a few pay checks.

Hence the intensity inner city dealers pocket profit at my expense

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Prevent narcotics, tonics, stupid logic's from physiologists to profit.

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

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