This is a song about "Measure"

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

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

A pile extra pressure as a test of measure

Queen wit a crown that be down for whatever

Picture a place that they exist, together

I work well under pressure, catch me on the measure

But no measure of thought

Don’t like to see when she talk

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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

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

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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