This is a song about "Pro"

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

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

And smoke all day to make them pro stoners so proud

And i be countin' money till i pass out

But he bein a poser acting like a pro skater.

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Imma fucking pro, nigga, i stay composed

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

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

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

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

I ain't talkative neither

I'm a pro your a minor,