This is a song about "Profit"

Cigars in these packet car keys after platinum profit

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

Bet i'm heavy with that

Thats where my profit is at

The only way for him to make a profit,

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

Not just gassing up on e stuck at a truck stop bitch,i don't do this for profit

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

To blossom a promise to end the false prophets and colossus profit

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

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

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

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit