This is a song about "Proper grammer"

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

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

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

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

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

Just went back to collegeshe is my dancer, when she dance i throw her dollars

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

My newest motto to use a condom with newest models

Infinite knowledge present, look through the proper channels.

Nah compared to your grammer, i ain't weak

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

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

And when she not, have her feeling like she on a boat

But this bitch really think that i'm 'bout to buy her dinner

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