This is a song about "Pro wrestling"

Mine is worth more than pay of a pro baller

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Now i'm lay the smack down, no wrestling

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

I thought i was pro with my clever lines

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

To beat me bring a black guy in a mexican wrestling mask

Bitches wanna play games with a pro

We magnetizing the ghetto

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

I turn my music down so you won’t hear a sound

You'd be all pro if your profession was dyke

I plead with em, the system ain't right

I'm doing this shit quid pro quo like a charity throw.

Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow