This is a song about "Moral standards"

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Set you on fire like tires breaking apart your moral fibers

All he gets is moral debts,

A coward dies a thousand deaths

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Pistols and fines, witness the lines of grey in the moral area

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

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

What matters is content, relevance and standards

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

We get hit w/ them double standards,