This is a song about "Profits"

But no profits when atc be touching the d

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

Mainstream artists are all retarded illuminati makin profits off garbage

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Suspend providence, amend profits 'n' develop new electronics.

You're not as hot as me, so don't copy me for profits

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Like a fuckin design, no need for profits i already got mine,

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Prophet from the profits, cash game jesus

Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius

Prophet from the profits, cash game jesus

You're not as hot as me so don't copy me for the profits

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips