This is a song about "Profit"

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

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

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

But i remain the good kid

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

So often it seems their only purpose is profit

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Private interests use college for profit

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit