This is a song about "Measure"

You dumbs can't measure my greatness,

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases

I work well under pressure, catch me on the measure

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

To measure the sickness and wickedness

And i need you to show me love

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

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

Scramble together whatever measure they go to

Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you

Stacey dash type, i'm cheatin' and they clueless

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

Straight to my partner room and let him beat it like a keyboard

Cause your lyrics are as strong as a tape measure sword/

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

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