This is a song about "Pro eta"

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

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

I thought i was pro with my clever lines

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

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

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

Cause i'm a pro with the nouns and givin actions to verbs

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

Everyone thinks they will be pro rappers,

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

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

You'd be all pro if your profession was dyke

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right