This is a song about "Profit motive"

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

And i stand as a motive for my friends

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

The smartest and never crowned for profit

Cant even make a profit

She crazy, that stalker shit

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

So hold back ya tears

That the green is his motive

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

Put the money in boxes and sell it and still make profit,

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit