This is a song about "Rap pro"

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

A pro with the prose, what a concept

Imma fucking pro, nigga, i stay composed

To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost

Mine is worth more than pay of a pro baller

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

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

And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow

I get it poppin like pacman, ask polo

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

It sucks that i didn't get the chance to say hello

Even though you're a pro and you already know

Where you welcome to problems

I'm a pro rapper, you battled once

But seemingly believe it though

Bitches wanna play games with a pro