This is a song about "Profession"

You'd be all pro if your profession was dyke

Get ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger right

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Thought is shrouded in shadows murderous discretion is his profession

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

That is my profession but must do it with discretion to avoid

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

I retire your life like old folks at their profession,

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

Some excedrinto get rid of conception

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

But i can't lessen on my succession rappin in profession

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Like everyone else but it takes time for it to be your profession,