This is a song about "Do you think your pro"

How the fuck do you think you sound you win by luck your skills suck

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

You'd be all pro if your profession was dyke

She might be goin' home with me tonight

What do you think? in your finger tip,

Could be applied to this shit

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit

Now do you think that i'm twisted?

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell

So why the fuck do you think i dwell,

I don't think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

Who the fuck do you think you are? (maybe echoed)

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

And i'd like to serenade you for every day you

About shit you never want to think about but you do