This is a song about "Having low standards"

My talent should take me places i've never been

Instead having a bad addiction

We get hit w/ them double standards,

Still found a way to get pretty ass girls

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

The gangsters are scared of upsetting they industry masters

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Or just stop having fun

Cause my standards are way to high for you to meet,

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

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

Baby father bullshittin', you two don't even speak

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

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

I be, creeping lower than low

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough