This is a song about "Measure"

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

To measure the sickness and wickedness

A pile extra pressure as a test of measure

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

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

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

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

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

Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford

Scramble together whatever measure they go to

No more amore, i refuse to force you