This is a song about "Pro clubs"

Everyone thinks they will be pro rappers,

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

You haven't flowered loco

Bitches wanna play games with a pro

Ok you think a nigga shallow

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

Have some adultery, baby, don't you go be so childish

He's a pro at suckin', fuckin spittin' slow with his shit diss

100 miles and running, wale, catch dubs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

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

They talk about the clubs and the benz and ratchet bitches,

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

//where do y'all see me? not at the clubs, yo

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo