This is a song about "Pro x"

This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show

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

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

You'd be all pro if your profession was dyke

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

And smoke all day to make them pro stoners so proud

Ur reign ends and mines pro-claimed,

But they sold jello in the paint

You know i be teasing, though

Bitches wanna play games with a pro

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

Everyone thinks they will be pro rappers,

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

A pro with the prose, what a concept