This is a song about "Pro"

Ur reign ends and mines pro-claimed,

But they sold jello in the paint

And smoke all day to make them pro stoners so proud

It's rainin' now somehow the fugitive's out

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

He used fruity loops 8 and he was a pro at it

Imma fucking pro, nigga, i stay composed

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

I'm a pro rapper, you battled once

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

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

One parent above, the other live scared

A pro with the prose, what a concept

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

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again