This is a song about "Professional wheelchair analysts"

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

I keep it professional so my actions are kinda skeptical,

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

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

Chopper flow is effin incredible killing the foes i am professional

Keeping my lyrical, intelligence higher than bitches on crystal,

Why do people say im professional when i cry wet spells

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

I keep it professional so my actions are kinda skeptical/

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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