This is a song about "Measure"

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

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

I work well under pressure, catch me on the measure

And the moon looking beautiful as ever

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

Rozay told me keep on working, shawty you’ll be rich forever, ever

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

Scramble together whatever measure they go to

My ambitious girl, i won't forget you

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

Every endeavor my fucking pleasure, never go a half measure

To measure the sickness and wickedness

Together all the timethought it was true love

I smoke and let the tree talk

But no measure of thought