This is a song about "Proper grammer"

This the proper way to chew a rapper receipt

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Nah compared to your grammer, i ain't weak

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the lawbitches i fuck with a passion, i'm livin' rough and raw

Ill destroy you in the finest manner with the illest of grammer till your hear your grandma

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

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

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

With all due respect i do respect you enough to expect

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Everyone's an attacker hiding behind bad grammer and slander

When the planets meet proper conditions and positions,

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

I'm a misanthropic proper maniac, potty

Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley