This is a song about "I m pro below"

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

I thought i was pro with my clever lines

Light dudes had the girls looking there all year

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

But this card i'm trickin' with got no limit right

I'm at the top of the league the way i pro-vide,

Imma fucking pro, nigga, i stay composed

High as d'angelo notes in a ghost

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

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

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

Also i can not stand, so sit below my canopy

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see