This is a song about "Proportion in our loives"

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Bigots winning in our evil ridden justice system.

That kept our motherland in chains

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

In hindsight, i think alot of yall should try to see this

Got to pay our taxes, we're in debt? i'll just send lobbyists,

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Divide times, blew this out of proportion with spines

Everything was surreal and out of proportion

They all see my life from a childish position

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Believing the screens or anything there

We blow shit outta proportion,

Wayne scorching, i'll applaud him

But one day they'd be reppin in our clique

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead