This is a song about "Tag pro"

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Ur reign ends and mines pro-claimed,

Finna blow up quick, kill beats and toe-tag shit,

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Leaving u mark'd out wit ya toe'z bunch'd in a tag

Playing tag, touch and go in the night is that

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

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

Tag the empty concrete, make your voice heard

My shirt, purple label my shirt

I'm a pro rapper, you battled once

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Cause i can bring you to your dreams like jesus

They have no problem playin tag wit us