This is a song about "Going pro soccer"

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

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

Everyone thinks they will be pro rappers,

First i have potential, now i got them answers

Ur reign ends and mines pro-claimed,

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

I'm a pro rapper, you battled once

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

I'm doing this shit quid pro quo like a charity throw.