This is a song about "Proportion in our lives"

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

The start of where we turn our lives around, hard.

But only when our fucking lives are fine and dandy.

With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

I'm looking not to end our lives as little fuckin' ditch diggers,

No time to recoup teaching us our lives are all that matter

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

Our human lives were doing fine, you ruined mine, here's suicide

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

But their frustration shouldn’t make their lives in danger,

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Nobody gives a fuck, is it just, me? our lives aint structured

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard