This is a song about "Yo bro im pro"

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

Shit that makes the homies say, 'yo bro, you can really spit!"

I don't sprint just boost when i feel

Yo man, im just sitting here

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Yo im gonna say thanks for listening to this collaboration

Stop taking drugs and be aware of cops hey yo mcee obey my fucken law and shut of the computer bro

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Im a king no crown,bada bing but no sound,adlibs with no pro nouns,

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

Minds broken, im smokin', my eyes closin' tight yo

Man fuck these hating ass bitches i'm gone

Say im not then yo ass wrong.