This is a song about "Measure"

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

A lesser measure of beggar kids

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

I'm playing cody, smoking stogies, make the rhythm better

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

Scramble together whatever measure they go to

So anything do is everything to you

But no measure of thought

See what i was taught

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

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

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

To measure the sickness and wickedness

So you can see why they mad, look at they status

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