This one's to you lil profit, no beef, just the truth,
With a record like yours, these mods should fuckin give you the boot//
These hits hurt when I spit and I'll never stop drummin,
Hey that's my dick, lil profit, did you see that one cummin?//
Maybe I'll give you my screen name so we can keep in touch,
And I can break down my verse to you 'cause you don't understand much//
I say "hey look into the future," you say "all I see is black,"
That's because your life's about to get derailed right off the track//
And speaking of trains, that reminds me of your mom and that one nighter,
But I'll save that story for the yo momma thread, another good cypher//