This is a song about "Proper prop"

Don would fall swayed to anyone that'll prop him for rep!

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

When the planets meet proper conditions and positions,

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

You proper stopping motion sloppy slow and awfully old

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

Jay don't copy, stop that and carl c why did you prop that

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

I drop rhymes and lines till the prop is considered systematic

There's nothin' like where i come from

You lack proper means of comparison,

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

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