This is a song about "Proportion"

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

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

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

The importance of makin a fortune is blown outta proportion

We blow shit outta proportion,

Girl listen, trying to position

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

Everything was surreal and out of proportion

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

There’s so much distortion and everythings outta proportion

I'mma get on my zombie shit, wait, here's my carcass

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