This is a song about "Pro wrestling"

He's a pro at suckin', fuckin spittin' slow with his shit diss

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

I thought i was pro with my clever lines

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

I spit non-fiction,rather than pro-fiction causes you affliction

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

I'm no pro, i'll have you know, competition's been slow

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

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

Too a quick morsel/slick with the writs also/you a rookie me im all pro/

I'm a pro rapper, you battled once

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs