This is a song about "Risk profit options beneficial"

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

Put the money in boxes and sell it and still make profit,

And risk losing my thick skin / i'll leave this bitch limp

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

The only way for him to make a profit,

Every day was a saturday, shit

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

Prevent narcotics, tonics, stupid logic's from physiologists to profit.

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

Corporations lock the nations, populations know the same profit,

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Never wear watches time causes losses in options,

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

Got a fat knot from that rap profit