This is a song about "Pro wrestling"

I make a way for my people to see the light

You'd be all pro if your profession was dyke

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

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

Attitude they was not really felling

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

And when she not, have her feeling like she on a boat

Imma fucking pro, nigga, i stay composed

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

A pro with the prose, what a concept

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

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

Mine is worth more than pay of a pro baller

If its not couture, i will not go to her

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

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