This is a song about "Measure"

You dumbs can't measure my greatness,

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

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

Whether any weather, nobody doing it better

I work well under pressure, catch me on the measure

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

Make my jollof with lots of pepper

They call me conscious, and i think i'm better

A pile extra pressure as a test of measure

Scramble together whatever measure they go to

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

To measure the sickness and wickedness

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love