This is a song about "Pro status"

I'm a pro rapper, you battled once

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Baby super star status

My nigga, its all love

Across the nation, we don't fuck with you and awful status,

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

Listen--this is the status quo. and even though my lines overflow

Ur reign ends and mines pro-claimed,

But they sold jello in the paint

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

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

I'm on that first place status, never second or below third

I munch a bunch of tacos with waverly's favorite wizard

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

Also, please know, though i'm not a pro