This is a song about "Prophet pro"

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

You not shit, come off it, i'm the prophet

The prophet muhammad done blessed you to hear the music of c/

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

A prophet of catastrophic, balance between nonsense and logic

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

Getting dro on low like a fucking pro

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

Also, please know, though i'm not a pro

Everyone thinks they will be pro rappers,

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

I'm a pro rapper, you battled once