This is a song about "Proportion"

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

The importance of makin a fortune is blown outta proportion

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Everything was surreal and out of proportion

Divide times, blew this out of proportion with spines

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

There’s so much distortion and everythings outta proportion

We blow shit outta proportion,

Lookin’ for some action

I'm stuck inside a slump runnin' numbers like proportion boxes,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Thats an emcee, i blow shit outa of proportion,

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action