This is a song about "Tape measure"

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

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

So she just sit while settling for the lesser

I work well under pressure, catch me on the measure

Allowing me to calculate and measure the depths of my depression,

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

But no measure of thought

Ha, okay that 90210 talk

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Nor am i contemplating on every single tape,

As he lecures from whoever to the basic units of measure/

Odd future, o.f. until, until from now until forever

Every endeavor my fucking pleasure, never go a half measure

Well that's not her fucking name, but i think this shit is clever

Listening to my tape,

See let me demonstrate