This is a song about "Newest pro"

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

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

Also, please know, though i'm not a pro

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

I'm a pro rapper, you battled once

But most times darling the sequel sucks

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

A pro with the prose, what a concept

Steady grindin like cheatcodes,in tony hawk pro skater/

Fuck yo bitch to the weekend, i ain't speaking bout that cd player

Fuck pro tools, this shit is all-natural like orange juice.

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Imma fucking pro, nigga, i stay composed