This is a song about "Proper shit"

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Infinite knowledge present, look through the proper channels.

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

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

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

You proper stopping motion sloppy slow and awfully old

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Aint this shit easy, talkin big shit

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

From prospering proper - scoff at your offer

Dont got not patience a doctor aint the proper occupation

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin