This is a song about "Pro king"

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

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

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

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

And it smells like burger king.

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

I thought i was pro with my clever lines

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

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

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

I'm doing this shit quid pro quo like a charity throw.

They wouldn't be nothing

Here comes the next rap king