Watch out! False Profits

in the desert was trekking sand dunes alone

tryna find an oasis and make it home, looking

slim as my cartilage or thin as my bones

losing color and getting blacker hot as rods

burning cones, fantasizing like i wish i could

ayo the ghetto's pretty hot

but if i'm honest that's the trunk and this really the hood

plus

it's a lotta false prophets

and any profit i make don't really matter

until i chill in the tropics and i'm good