This is a song about "Putting away that profit"

We gotta find that grain, before he gets away

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

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

Ha, okparty people doin' what i say

We gotta find that grain, before he gets away

I hate so i'm putting demists on that plate and there

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

To toss this away. and pray away this flame that is me.

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay

And shots at the niggas that got away