This is a song about "Profit market customers product supply demand"

Upcoming hustler/ double my take from customers/

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

To bring devilish destruction upon a customers spirit

With those wack lines you'll never see profit

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

I just don't understand, even as we demand

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

Get the zippo and spark the shit

Private interests use college for profit

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

It's too late, you ran ran out of your last supply

You need to hit the door, search for a new guy

In the kitchen digital scales producing the product

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust