This is a song about "Pro wrestling"

And smoke all day to make them pro stoners so proud

You know i'm tryna kill that shit, make sure that urn is out

Everyone thinks they will be pro rappers,

I refuse to be another being on this earth

I'm a pro rapper, you battled once

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

To be feeling walls and no don't do wrestling

With a note there and im thinking of reading

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

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

With feelingsthis a mans world youngin'the bitches in businessso learn a 'lil something

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

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

To liberate yourselves, africa

A nigga predisposed to be a pro with prose

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes