This is a song about "Going pro"

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

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

A pro with the prose, what a concept

Ever since my daddy left

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

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Cause everythang gonna be alright

You'd be all pro if your profession was dyke

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

That i took the stage to give'em a show,gave them a show like a pro

Cause i'm a pro with the nouns and givin actions to verbs

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

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

You must have joined the illuminati just to ball out

And smoke all day to make them pro stoners so proud