This is a song about "Profit"

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

Corporations lock the nations, populations know the same profit,

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Ya'll don't even know the name of my flip

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

So often it seems their only purpose is profit

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

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

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

The only way for him to make a profit,

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

The real muscle in the message of that

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

With those wack lines you'll never see profit

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit