This is a song about "Pro era"

Imma fucking pro, nigga, i stay composed

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

A pro with the prose, what a concept

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

Love up she threw up in his era

No this ain't silver, this is my dilemma

Your in the era of talent that i founded

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Getting dro on low like a fucking pro

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

Enough with the sadness, here comes the new era

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

Cause big era is due recreating hiroshima at this rate