This is a song about "Proper shit"

This rap was pretty shit,

Can’t you hear that

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

The mouthpiece is proper his brain is on another level

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general

Infinite knowledge present, look through the proper channels.

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

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

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

Blubber and shit in the cupboard and shit

This the proper way to chew a rapper receipt

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

Aint this shit easy, talkin big shit

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that