This is a song about "Tape measure"

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

I work well under pressure, catch me on the measure

Passion in life he has lost

But no measure of thought

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Spitting caution tape, paying homage, say,

And some others, but you'll figure that out later in this tape

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

To measure the sickness and wickedness

Rub the wood and ima show em love

I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park