This is a song about "Profit"

The smartest and never crowned for profit

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

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

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Thats where my profit is at

You, you, you have to pay for that

Profit it's a empty closet

See i let my nigga split that

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

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