This is a song about "She looks professional"

I ain't gon chirp ya mobile phone and chase you all over town

She looks into his room to find he gave up so soon tears rolled down

Chopper flow is effin incredible killing the foes i am professional

Keeping my lyrical, intelligence higher than bitches on crystal,

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

Had a stroke, suffers high blood pressure, and looks like she doesn't eat

A professional masseuse diagnosed with being loose,

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

When you see her scrubbing my floors she looks like a slave to me.

Turning into a professional,

With a honey in the middle

I keep it professional so my actions are kinda skeptical,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I am on my way to the professional universe

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve