This is a song about "Proper grammer"

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

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

They not pulling in no green like smoking whent that rello broke

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

A rocket launcher about to rock it proper

I'm haunted by the thoughts of being husband, or a father

Dont got not patience a doctor aint the proper occupation

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

I'm a misanthropic proper maniac, potty

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

You proper stopping motion sloppy slow and awfully old

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound

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