This is a song about "Azo professional fraternity"

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I keep it professional so my actions are kinda skeptical/

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

Smokin' weed like i'm a rastafarian professional

But i know i'm not professional, nothing's set in stone

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

I keep it professional so my actions are kinda skeptical,

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

I am on my way to the professional universe

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

As i light one for ill will

Turning into a professional,

A professional masseuse diagnosed with being loose,

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

Like a jet pilot, professional soccer player, a cop....