This is a song about "Standard"

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

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

These words are not standard but yet my mind has shifted

To a high standard of living with these sounds before were out of time

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

I've now, taken control, shifted the standard,

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Wack rapper.. your lax standard lacks swagger..

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

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

You over there, definition of your standard tool

And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,