This is a song about "I m pro below"

How beautiful are thou, africa

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Imma fucking pro, nigga, i stay composed

I watched people i know pray and catch the holy ghost

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

I just think we need one night, can't decide if i came right

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

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

Better yet they work my every nerve

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