This is a song about "Proportion"

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Divide times, blew this out of proportion with spines

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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

There’s so much distortion and everythings outta proportion

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

The importance of makin a fortune is blown outta proportion

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

Kaiser soze, we never see him

We blow shit outta proportion,

Thats an emcee, i blow shit outa of proportion,

Get off him, there is not a parcel or a portion

I kill these rappers early in the game, abortion

Everything was surreal and out of proportion