This is a song about "Proportion"

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

Ain't got nothing in common with niggas with no commas

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Divide times, blew this out of proportion with spines

Everything was surreal and out of proportion

The white boy blossomed after dre endorsed him

There’s so much distortion and everythings outta proportion

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

The importance of makin a fortune is blown outta proportion

Scramble like randall if john randle was trynna get him

Thats an emcee, i blow shit outa of proportion,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

We blow shit outta proportion,

I’m smoother than alopecia skin