This is a song about "Proper fitment"

Infinite knowledge present, look through the proper channels.

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

But we know all the same people so we got to speak

This the proper way to chew a rapper receipt

You lack proper means of comparison,

Cold, my style making my nose run

Need a clear mind cause i been blind, got me goin' down that road

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

Proper-ly in slanted postures nigga we some mutha fucking monsters

Where there’s minimal conscience and there’s thousands of choppers

Cane been warmed up and sent to the corner

From prospering proper - scoff at your offer

The proper noun to explain my offer now is lost as my outer sound

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

When the planets meet proper conditions and positions,

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits