This is a song about "Proper fitment"

Flowing proper at the world, just to see who is sicker/

Chevy sitting crooked, teeth on reggie miller

If you had the proper intellect you'd know when ta show respect

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

Hold a little conference make sure there is proper seating

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

I'm canvaz know need for a proper introduction

My talent should take me places i've never been

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

Cruising on relationship, but need a different boat

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Infinite knowledge present, look through the proper channels.

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals