This is a song about "Measure"

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

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

But most times darling the sequel sucks

To measure the sickness and wickedness

I style on new york, pile up my fork

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

You're meant to be the #ruler of this #pad scene, rappers? well, here's a #maxxi, #measure

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

Scramble together whatever measure they go to

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

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

Let's have a toast for this new love

You dumbs can't measure my greatness,

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

I work well under pressure, catch me on the measure