This is a song about "Double standard"

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

I still have your curtains, they're amber. only them, they're the standard.

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

No conspiracy, my fate is inevitable

Apb called for killin two pigs in the field, hittin a double

That's double your skill and triple the syllables.

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

We get hit w/ them double standards,

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Was that a double entendre?

Coroners comfort your mama

Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work

They'll say he did so that we could live a higher standard

"man i'm seeing double"

Yeah come holla at your uncle