This is a song about "Profit"

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

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

Goin' finally give a nigga leg room and a whip

And i wanna be like #justin and jt: make a profit

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

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Profit it's a empty closet

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

Cant even make a profit

Say she told her i wouldn’t shit

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

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

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

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

Private interests use college for profit

Won’t pop another pill, can’t drink another sip