This is a song about "Profit"

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

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

We never tattle, let god handle that

The only way for him to make a profit,

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

This is like love, that you can never get

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

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

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

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

And then i bounce like cars out in long beach

To gain profit from their systems with forceful breach

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns