This is a song about "Pro tools"

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Getting dro on low like a fucking pro

Take you and your friends to blade and tools

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Children in 3rd world countries dying from a lack of medical tools//

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

Bitches wanna play games with a pro

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Imma fucking pro, nigga, i stay composed

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

Wrapped in plastic wraps, bleaches stacked, tools used to extract,

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

Mixed with diluted cider brewed with, tools from al-qaeda units

Everyone thinks they will be pro rappers,

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth