This is a song about "Profit"

Rollin with my d-o-gs i'm chiefin on some long beach

To gain profit from their systems with forceful breach

Hence the intensity inner city dealers pocket profit at my expense

In 7th grade the devil and me were best friends he intends to destroy your trends

Lord forbid, for the good kid

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

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

Cigars in these packet car keys after platinum profit

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

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

Same scumbags turned him down with his chance to turn a profit

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

To seize everything you ever wanted

Private interests use college for profit