This is a song about "Proportion"

Everything was surreal and out of proportion

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

Divide times, blew this out of proportion with spines

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Thats an emcee, i blow shit outa of proportion,

My talent should take me places i've never been

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

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

The importance of makin a fortune is blown outta proportion

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

One time give it up for him

We blow shit outta proportion,

There’s so much distortion and everythings outta proportion

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin