This is a song about "Pro do"

See, it's something about commitment though

I'm no pro, i'll have you know, competition's been slow

I thought i was pro with my clever lines

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Imma fucking pro, nigga, i stay composed

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

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

Steady grindin like cheatcodes,in tony hawk pro skater/

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Bitches wanna play games with a pro

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

Mine is worth more than pay of a pro baller

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

A nigga predisposed to be a pro with prose

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those