This is a song about "Tape measure"

Every endeavor my fucking pleasure, never go a half measure

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

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

Etype of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

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

A pile extra pressure as a test of measure

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

Vindicated of wack rap, when i drop this tape

I make her cum a lot

But no measure of thought

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

A lesser measure of beggar kids

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

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