This is a song about "Profits"

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Prophet from the profits, cash game jesus

Prophet from the profits, cash game jesus

Together all the timethought it was true love

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

They giving pounds and that before get the money

But no profits when atc be touching the d

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

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

Mainstream artists are all retarded illuminati makin profits off garbage

Salute me, game: invented it, and you can't get no membership, little bitch

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

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

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