This is a song about "Profit motive"

Me and you just need to talk a bit

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Profit it's a empty closet

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Im sayin one night my love is like that

With those wack lines you'll never see profit

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

I’m t-raww young nigga i’m the shit

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

Livin' inside a box, but i make a sick profit,

The money grubber, locomotive train motorcar motive

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this