This is a song about "Proportion"

Divide times, blew this out of proportion with spines

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

Thats an emcee, i blow shit outa of proportion,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

We blow shit outta proportion,

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

The importance of makin a fortune is blown outta proportion

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

There’s so much distortion and everythings outta proportion

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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

Mixed feelings cause now all the chicks feeling him

Everything was surreal and out of proportion