This is a song about "Proper time to cease"

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

This the proper way to chew a rapper receipt

And the happy ones that will one day cease to exist.

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Some turn to end they time.

Baby you so fine

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

Can't find no one to watch her kids, so she pay her sister

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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

A rocket launcher about to rock it proper

I want more war, not for, violence to cease,

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

He'll lack the proper fiber to not be wearing any diapers