This is a song about "Pro clubs"

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

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Some go to country clubs, while others grub, drown at liquor stores,

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

Joining clubs in highschool so they can debate

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

I thought i was pro with my clever lines

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

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

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

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

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

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Imma fucking pro, nigga, i stay composed