This is a song about "Pat smith the professional hockey player"

The saxophone player and the little kid flowin',

I'm just aiming what i'm saying hope you bleed out emotion

Long before i knew the significance of a comb

I was so young, raised in the streets of fort smith, homegrown

I keep it professional so my actions are kinda skeptical/

Chopper flow is effin incredible killing the foes i am professional

Like a jet pilot, professional soccer player, a cop....

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

My bars will be coming at you like missiles,i'm the professional, it's official,

Then there's me, alone, sick an sinful, about to show the world my ripple with this pistol

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

It's okay to hate the game long as you not player hating

Every playa's got a hater, but y'all should hate the game not the player.

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Twista finna get up on the track

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back