This is a song about "Pro police"

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Imma fucking pro, nigga, i stay composed

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Got the police bustin' at me/

I got a dollar and a dream

Thought police, your mind's not green.

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

A pro with the prose, what a concept

Life has put her to the test