This is a song about "Pro eta"

Ur reign ends and mines pro-claimed,

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

What's the deal with the nets though

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

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

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

I'm at the top of the league the way i pro-vide,

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

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Even though you're a pro and you already know

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

A nigga predisposed to be a pro with prose

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

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