This is a song about "Measure"

But no measure of thought

Fuck a tape, fuck your broad

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

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

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

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

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

A lesser measure of beggar kids

Dick be like architecture 'cause it's so hard to measure.

Now you spell iti say young money bitch forever

Cause your lyrics are as strong as a tape measure sword/

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Scramble together whatever measure they go to

A shame i gotta put up with her shit just to get you

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

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