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

That damier bag i bought her

I'm a pro your a minor,

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

Now who do ya think you are,

To mcs that don't rhyme good

Now do you think that i'm twisted?

What do you think? in your finger tip,

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

Who do you think you are

That gal want me ride har

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

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

And my nigga bam bam, he ready for whatever

Its my venture, so why do you think you're the center

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Why do you think that is, deep down, are we