This is a song about "I am a pro"

Momma said i am a hell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

While i'm making history

I am proclaiming a change see

I am spitting rhymes out like i am a type of robot

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

I am not a lair just speak defamation

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

I was in a drive by, killed the lights like a pro as i glide by,

Am i crazy? or am i just being a baby,

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Mine is worth more than pay of a pro baller

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Imma fucking pro, nigga, i stay composed

And copy what's hot until that goes cold