This is a song about "Tag pro"

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

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

The only name you'll need is on your toe tag

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Fuck pro tools, this shit is all-natural like orange juice.

Steady grindin like cheatcodes,in tony hawk pro skater/

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

A pro with the prose, what a concept

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/

Everyone thinks they will be pro rappers,

Know the niggas quick to spit they actors