This is a song about "Going pro"

Imma fucking pro, nigga, i stay composed

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Steady grindin like cheatcodes,in tony hawk pro skater/

Fuck yo bitch to the weekend, i ain't speaking bout that cd player

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

I'm a pro rapper, you battled once

Also, please know, though i'm not a pro

And i did the video for really though

A pro with the prose, what a concept

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

I thought i was pro with my clever lines

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

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