This is a song about "Measure"

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

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

I work well under pressure, catch me on the measure

Picture a place that they exist, together

Scramble together whatever measure they go to

Ay though i love you hate that bitch that's always with you

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

A lesser measure of beggar kids

You're meant to be the #ruler of this #pad scene, rappers? well, here's a #maxxi, #measure

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

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

You dumbs can't measure my greatness,

She can make a pimp fall in love

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

An understatement said that k. lamar was under pressure