This is a song about "Measure"

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

To measure the sickness and wickedness

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

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

I work well under pressure, catch me on the measure

A breakdown broad oh she could of done better

An understatement said that k. lamar was under pressure

Dick be like architecture 'cause it's so hard to measure.

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

I style on new york, pile up my fork

A pile extra pressure as a test of measure

Thug life niggas and we be ready for whatever

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

Stacey dash type, i'm cheatin' and they clueless

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