This is a song about "Put away that profit"

A break from what you hearing

I put that on everything

That i put in motion

You're uncool like my mother kin

And i ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say

We gotta find that grain, before he gets away

You make a nigga's night turn day

That i'll be going away

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

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

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

Put that weak shit down before i take away your last breath

And oh, i gotta find my way

Put a eighth on lay away

I put that on everything

And this will be the song that we sing