This is a song about "Standard dev"

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Tell her drink, come get drunk, it's nut cracker

Wack rapper.. your lax standard lacks swagger..

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

Pictures of you on my wall no glue, no tape but just cum plastered

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

These words are not standard but yet my mind has shifted

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

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

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

You over there, definition of your standard tool

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

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

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

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