This is a song about "Right proper"

Look, we gone have some fun tonight

You know i love you right,

But there's nothing else inside

But he treating me right

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

Still dreaming up ways to help you niggas die quicker

Make them more insecure when they caught one

You lack proper means of comparison,

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

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

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

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

I'm a misanthropic proper maniac, potty