This is a song about "Measure"

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

A pile extra pressure as a test of measure

Hundred running they ain't finna slow down never

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

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

I work well under pressure, catch me on the measure

On the slow jam of love

You dumbs can't measure my greatness,

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

Back to regular bar measure, too late to verse us,

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

Scramble together whatever measure they go to

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

Well that's not her fucking name, but i think this shit is clever