This is a song about "Profit"

So every action got its consequence, the lack of common sense,

Hence the intensity inner city dealers pocket profit at my expense

Corporations lock the nations, populations know the same profit,

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

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

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

The smartest and never crowned for profit

Cigars in these packet car keys after platinum profit

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

See i let my nigga split that

Got a fat knot from that rap profit