This is a song about "Measure"

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

Scramble together whatever measure they go to

Let's have a toast for this new love

You dumbs can't measure my greatness,

I work well under pressure, catch me on the measure

They is terrycloth with it, i'm italian leather

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

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

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

Good love then i can do that for her

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

To measure the sickness and wickedness

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

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