This is a song about "Proper grammar"

I'm a forest walker, foggy talker, cold morning proper

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Just to let you know, you are

Delivery and grammar,

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

And compared to your grammar, i ain't weak

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Dont got not patience a doctor aint the proper occupation

A rocket launcher about to rock it proper

And then along came the wrong man for her

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

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

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

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