This is a song about "Proportion in our lives"

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

And cry about our lives, 'cuz nothing could improve 'em,

Tomorrow never cried, the days of our lives

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

The devil lives in disguise

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

I was underground but wasn't trying to renew the lease

Livin out the rest of our lives in peace

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

Was so that lids could not open for our lives

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

Chasing your dreams instead of chasing a niggas paper

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

Until something comes and our lives are booted.