This is a song about "Young profit"

At times i like to watch out the latest shit

Livin' inside a box, but i make a sick profit,

Not just gassing up on e stuck at a truck stop bitch,i don't do this for profit

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

To blossom a promise to end the false prophets and colossus profit

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

Corporations lock the nations, populations know the same profit,

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

Flip it for profit, flowin hip hop bitch

With those wack lines you'll never see profit

With this heavenly flow bought a hell of whip

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage