This is a song about "Tape measure"

Here i go again, searching for love

You dumbs can't measure my greatness,

A pile extra pressure as a test of measure

The plight of a rapper or whatever

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

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

If you hand me your shit i toss your demo tape

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

But no measure of thought

Don’t like to see when she talk

Say the word and i'mma give you what you want

I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped

He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate

Nor am i contemplating on every single tape,

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Vindicated of wack rap, when i drop this tape