This is a song about "Sean on pro clubs"

From the streets of nyc to clubs playing the beat

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

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

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

They talk about the clubs and the benz and ratchet bitches,

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

Getting dro on low like a fucking pro

People love hodgy i hate you though

I'm a pro your a minor,

I ain't talkative neither