This is a song about "Necessary and proper clause"

Ain't come from no happy home, my pain y'all cannot decode

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

Your bitch greet me like i'm santa clause, mouth water

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws

Rippin away the claws that are hidden in the clause

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Blueprint is not for rappin, it's falsely about proper spelling

He'll lack the proper fiber to not be wearing any diapers

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

Dont got not patience a doctor aint the proper occupation

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

The mouthpiece is proper his brain is on another level