This is a song about "Professional wheelchair analysts"

Turning into a professional,

They just need convincing like malcolm little

I keep it professional so my actions are kinda skeptical,

Shorty i'm just saying that your effort makes you edible

I'm evolving in these particular skills, others devolve yet have a similar will.

My bars will be coming at you like missiles,i'm the professional, it's official,

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Mother in a wheelchair nigga tell me what you got to lose

Never will i ever utter never to myself

Why do people say im professional when i cry wet spells

I'm not a professional, but no longer a rookie

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

On, thanksgiving we thankful, just for livin in helldamn homey, i don't mean to be harsh

Feeling ripped off, like ya went to college and majored in professional disc golf

But i know i'm not professional, nothing's set in stone

I'm definitely in a class of my own