This is a song about "Profit"

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

To blossom a promise to end the false prophets and colossus profit

I bagged it up, put it on the block and couldn't flip

The smartest and never crowned for profit

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

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Thats where my profit is at

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Prevent narcotics, tonics, stupid logic's from physiologists to profit.

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

Hey lets drop a hit in hopes to make a fat profit