This is a song about "Going pro"

And smoke all day to make them pro stoners so proud

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

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

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

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Imma fucking pro, nigga, i stay composed

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

Scarface, say i got that montana flow

Ur reign ends and mines pro-claimed,

But they sold jello in the paint

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

I thought i was pro with my clever lines

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

But he bein a poser acting like a pro skater.