This is a song about "Gaming pro"

And smoke all day to make them pro stoners so proud

And tell me why would we just think about

He's a pro at suckin', fuckin spittin' slow with his shit diss

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

I'm no pro, i'll have you know, competition's been slow

I spit non-fiction,rather than pro-fiction causes you affliction

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

Hungry hunters gaming fox, bruce banner flavored pot

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Run for cover and return fire

I'm a pro your a minor,

Maybe i’m just looking for the wrong thinglove don’t come sooner or later

Steady grindin like cheatcodes,in tony hawk pro skater/

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

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again