This is a song about "Pro king"

I'm a pro rapper, you battled once

Or closed casket for our troubles

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

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

While drowning you i'm crowned king,

Money ain't a thing

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

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

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

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

I say that keeps me going

And it smells like burger king.

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

You'd be all pro if your profession was dyke

I'm a pro your a minor,

See, i like the person that you are