This is a song about "Put away that profit"

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit

How me holiday? i love it when mommy say

To even care that i'm fading away/

Just promise to me baby that you'll never go away.

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

We never tattle, let god handle that

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

The air that consumed me has all but vanished and hid away

Is heaven just another door? and my people say

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

The judge is going to put you away if you do

Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

Got a fat knot from that rap profit