This is a song about "Quid pro quo"

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

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

This beat is st.nicholas,young, black, gifted

Where a man get stabbed for 20 quid

Everyone thinks they will be pro rappers,

Penncounting pennys over tha years

I'm a pro rapper, you battled once

Or closed casket for our troubles

I thought i was pro with my clever lines

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

That i took the stage to give'em a show,gave them a show like a pro

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

Listen--this is the status quo. and even though my lines overflow

Maco baby i'm a leo and i think that she a virgo

Imma fucking pro, nigga, i stay composed

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note