This is a song about "Pro flow"

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Getting dro on low like a fucking pro

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow

Mine is worth more than pay of a pro baller

Can't keep up, get your liters in order

And smoke all day to make them pro stoners so proud

Hopefully the next album can help me out

Even though you're a pro and you already know

Everyday we party hard like ther ain't no tomorrow

Puffin' on stramonium. 'bout to go pro like joe and them/

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

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