This is a song about "Having low standards"

The world looking out, they on the front row

I be, creeping lower than low

To having a motherfuckin' fortune too...

And if i do go you better come through

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

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

Pooping - having a blast,

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

The gangsters are scared of upsetting they industry masters

Cycles," "you're no michael jackson, i'm having

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing