This is a song about "Profit"

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

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

Every day was a saturday, shit

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

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

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

Ity is just a product, profit and motive

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

Not just gassing up on e stuck at a truck stop bitch,i don't do this for profit

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit