This is a song about "Going pro"

Getting dro on low like a fucking pro

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

I'm a pro rapper, you battled once

Everyone thinks they will be pro rappers,

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

You'd be all pro if your profession was dyke

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Mine is worth more than pay of a pro baller

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

A pro with the prose, what a concept

Imma fucking pro, nigga, i stay composed

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed