This is a song about "Standard dev"

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

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

These words are not standard but yet my mind has shifted

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

Wack rapper.. your lax standard lacks swagger..

They say i'm too nice to be a rapper

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

You over there, definition of your standard tool

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

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

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

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered