This is a song about "About to go pro"

Cause i'm getting real personal now, i don't know how, else to go about this, someone call bow wow,

Ever since i was a little motherfucker wantin to hangi can see 'em in my head, pow

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

Call that bitch a hen then i go about my business

Yo this old school shinobi is about to go full ben kenobi

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

It's rainin' now somehow the fugitive's out

And smoke all day to make them pro stoners so proud

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

Puffin' on stramonium. 'bout to go pro like joe and them/

I said i'm hurting her

I'm a pro your a minor,

Imma fucking pro, nigga, i stay composed

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold