This is a song about "Go pro"

You'd be all pro if your profession was dyke

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

Too a quick morsel/slick with the writs also/you a rookie me im all pro/

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

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

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

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

Imma fucking pro, nigga, i stay composed

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Steady grindin like cheatcodes,in tony hawk pro skater/

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Ur reign ends and mines pro-claimed,

Fuck pro tools, this shit is all-natural like orange juice.

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes