This is a song about "Measure"

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

He told me i'm the ruler of his world, but my beauty is hard to measure

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

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Dick be like architecture 'cause it's so hard to measure.

I work well under pressure, catch me on the measure

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

But no measure of thought

A bitch ain't nothin' but a dog

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

Juicy and hot such a black bitch temper

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

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

To measure the sickness and wickedness

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love