This is a song about "Tennis pro"

Ur reign ends and mines pro-claimed,

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

You know that love is a very serious thing

But this aint no tennis match, thats done boring

Everyone thinks they will be pro rappers,

I refuse to be another being on this earth

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

He's a pro at suckin', fuckin spittin' slow with his shit diss

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

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

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

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Imma fucking pro, nigga, i stay composed

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

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