This is a song about "Prophet pro"

Steady grindin like cheatcodes,in tony hawk pro skater/

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Hold my tears i tried my best

A pro with the prose, what a concept

I thought i was pro with my clever lines

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Fuck pro tools, this shit is all-natural like orange juice.

Getting dro on low like a fucking pro

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

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

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

I'm a pro rapper, you battled once

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels