This is a song about "Put away that profit"

But for that brief minute reality goes away,

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

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

What you calla lifetime, i just call a long day

Flapjack, ooh he bring

I put that on everything

We used to put the world away

Just to go to liv on a sunday

You wanna be a star, you have ya own day

And maybe one day i could put this pain away

We put the world away

Round my motherfuckin way

We gotta find that grain, before he gets away

She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit