This is a song about "Measure"

I work well under pressure, catch me on the measure

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

A pile extra pressure as a test of measure

Let me go like this, ready for whatever

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

A lesser measure of beggar kids

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

He told me i'm the ruler of his world, but my beauty is hard to measure

I'm too clever, on a measure you plummet forever.

I won't retire ever, nigga i'm forever clever

The size of my balls you can't even measure/

They all are pretenders, i am the 7th letter

As he lecures from whoever to the basic units of measure/

An understatement said that k. lamar was under pressure