This is a song about "Proportion in our lives"

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

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

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

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Lets act out our lives you'll be the nice guy and i'll be the prick,

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

he saved our lives , he rose from death he forages for his sons,

Fake lives..smoking all these weed in the milligram

Now you gotta understand i was a family man

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

To anyone at anytime, so let's all live at least our lives

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse