This is a song about "Iambic pentameter"

Come on now, the searing won't last long,

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

You just gotta be strong

My choppa strap too long

Blow off that meter, don't be eager, and dont stop neither (shit man gotta dig deeper)

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

My dick size, half of a meter

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

Now we livin’ much better, nigga, pay whatever

Allowing me to calculate and measure the depths of my depression,

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

Its been a long day coming,

Flapjack, ooh he bring

My talents for far too long

Heh, if the autotune's gone