This is a song about "I m pro"

After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

At 16 years old,i`m bettter than these haters

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Picture a place that they exist, together

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

In private, not public in the streets

That i took the stage to give'em a show,gave them a show like a pro

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space