This is a song about "Pro one"

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

But he bein a poser acting like a pro skater.

Bitches wanna play games with a pro

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

Ur reign ends and mines pro-claimed,

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Mine is worth more than pay of a pro baller

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

Getting dro on low like a fucking pro

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

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

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