This is a song about "Proportion"

We blow shit outta proportion,

What up girl, tell me how you been

First off congratulations on the win

Everything was surreal and out of proportion

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

The importance of makin a fortune is blown outta proportion

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

Divide times, blew this out of proportion with spines

Thats an emcee, i blow shit outa of proportion,

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

There’s so much distortion and everythings outta proportion

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

I'm stuck inside a slump runnin' numbers like proportion boxes,

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,