This is a song about "Pro is back"

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

While your bitch is winking behind your back

Life has put her to the test

A pro with the prose, what a concept

The game of love

Is back on like light bulbs

Im a little wack but my posture is straight up my back

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

I'm a pro rapper, you battled once

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

My life path is chosen and there's no goin back

Someone tell these motherfuckers that hop is back!

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

After all this is a chorus and i am back