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

Power beyond measure, you wouldn't know what to do with it

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

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

The plight of a rapper or whatever

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

A pile extra pressure as a test of measure

Every endeavor my fucking pleasure, never go a half measure

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

It's moe, all i need is more chips

A lesser measure of beggar kids

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

They call me conscious, and i think i'm better