This is a song about "Pro eta"

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

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

A pro with the prose, what a concept

Waiting holding her stomach but holmes would never find out

And smoke all day to make them pro stoners so proud

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

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

Everyone thinks they will be pro rappers,

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Steady grindin like cheatcodes,in tony hawk pro skater/