This is a song about "Standard"

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

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

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

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

These words are not standard but yet my mind has shifted

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

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Wack rapper.. your lax standard lacks swagger..

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

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

You over there, definition of your standard tool

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,