This is a song about "Tennis pro"

But they sold jello in the paint

Ur reign ends and mines pro-claimed,

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

A pro with the prose, what a concept

Everyday we party hard like there ain't no tomorrow

I'm doing this shit quid pro quo like a charity throw.

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

The fittest crew like a pair of nike jordan tennis shoes,

But i apologize for not walking you around

And smoke all day to make them pro stoners so proud

Throw me to the damn wall like tennis ball still i'll bounce back

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

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

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow