This is a song about "Profit"

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

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

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

With those wack lines you'll never see profit

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

The only way for him to make a profit,

Cigars in these packet car keys after platinum profit

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

Hey lets drop a hit in hopes to make a fat profit

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

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

Don't believe me? then watch me empty out a full clip

Thats where my profit is at

So i'm one with that