This is a song about "Proportion in our lives"

And understand, deprived cause lives or going out, some are coming in

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

How are we so diluted, to think that our lives are

By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

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

For putting hands on my mother and destroying our lives,

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Until something comes and our lives are booted.

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

I see our lives faded, as we search for our david/

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

We are having the time of our lives

Ask her address she holla saks fifth

And kids spend their lives in the cells, and we're best safe,

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face