This is a song about "Rave it proper"

Y'all could never admit it, forget it, spit it, i writ it,

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Infinite knowledge present, look through the proper channels.

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

At him that'll probably sting, he'll get back up and rave hate,

Proper-ly in slanted postures nigga we some mutha fucking monsters

Just went back to collegeshe is my dancer, when she dance i throw her dollars

Its easy on tv make them believe what they be seeing

Hold a little conference make sure there is proper seating

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

You lack proper means of comparison,