This is a song about "Pro status"

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

A pro with the prose, what a concept

You propel women into goddess like status

Together all the timethought it was true love

Beat 'em up, and see them go on facebook to make them crap status.

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

And jade's a fucking acrobat, i'll flip her on a mattress

Go to school, practice conforming to become cool, to increase my status.

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Imma fucking pro, nigga, i stay composed

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Zombie status, bloody scenes like round eighteen

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Fuck pro tools, this shit is all-natural like orange juice.