This is a song about "Measure"

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

A pile extra pressure as a test of measure

Let's have a toast for this new love

You dumbs can't measure my greatness,

Fuck a tape, fuck your broad

But no measure of thought

I hope you see that i'm sincere, and even if you

Scramble together whatever measure they go to

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

I'm too clever, on a measure you plummet forever.

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

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

I work well under pressure, catch me on the measure

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