This is a song about "Mlg pro"

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

Imma fucking pro, nigga, i stay composed

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

I thought i was pro with my clever lines

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

Puffin' on stramonium. 'bout to go pro like joe and them/

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Mine is worth more than pay of a pro baller

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

Too a quick morsel/slick with the writs also/you a rookie me im all pro/

I'm no pro, i'll have you know, competition's been slow

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show

I'm a pro rapper, you battled once

He bought me a hoodie, a couple albums

Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show

I'm doing this shit quid pro quo like a charity throw.