This is a song about "Rave it proper"

Where there’s minimal conscience and there’s thousands of choppers

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

How they rave with a phrase of rage, days of sonic,

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Infinite knowledge present, look through the proper channels.

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

You proper stopping motion sloppy slow and awfully old

The devil at the dance hall thirsty for a partner

I'm a forest walker, foggy talker, cold morning proper

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

A rocket launcher about to rock it proper

Hear it, endear it, believe it.

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that