This is a song about "Profit"

Ity is just a product, profit and motive

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

The only way for him to make a profit,

Hence the intensity inner city dealers pocket profit at my expense

That could make some sense, to make amends, to take a stand, to make it tense

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

So often it seems their only purpose is profit

After that moscato hit

Profit it's a empty closet

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Say she told her i wouldn’t shit

And california on that jerk shit

Cant even make a profit