This is a song about "Proportion"

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

Divide times, blew this out of proportion with spines

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

My position improving, not to mention

Thats an emcee, i blow shit outa of proportion,

Kaiser soze, we never see him

We blow shit outta proportion,

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Everything was surreal and out of proportion

There’s so much distortion and everythings outta proportion

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

The importance of makin a fortune is blown outta proportion

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win