This is a song about "Gdc standards"

So i could go help the babyshe could barely speak

The standards are high ,but what's the point if your brain is seaweed,

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

Add up to my standards if you keep coming with that bland shit

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I speak ideologies but don't meet standards, you see:

If you don't like the standards by which i live by, then fuck you!

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

We get hit w/ them double standards,

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

What matters is content, relevance and standards