This is a song about "Proper shit"

You proper stopping motion sloppy slow and awfully old

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

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

You lack proper means of comparison,

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

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

When the planets meet proper conditions and positions,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

With all due respect i do respect you enough to expect

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

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

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Hold a little conference make sure there is proper seating

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing