This is a song about "Pros"

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

You got me fuming, i'm propane, profane, prolifically grow others to pros,

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

All i got is my pros, i don’t need no friends

Heard the sound of several gun shots

But i guess pros outweighed the cons

Live from the lamont's rose

Flows chose, dispose the so called pros

I'll give you pros and cons about you man

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

All i got is my pros, i don’t need no friends