This is a song about "Pro wrestling"

Abuse paper, run through it 'til the ink's out

And smoke all day to make them pro stoners so proud

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing

I'm not threatening, if he start wrestling, then he force me to start menacing/

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

No don't do wrestling go won't to heckling

Now i'm lay the smack down, no wrestling

Attitude they was not really felling

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Everyone thinks they will be pro rappers,

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

I heard ya lost do you know your way around

You'd be all pro if your profession was dyke

Hearing nikki giovanni on a late summer night

Bitches wanna play games with a pro

Ha, in your loophole though