This is a song about "Standard dev"

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

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Wack rapper.. your lax standard lacks swagger..

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

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule

You over there, definition of your standard tool

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

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

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

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

These words are not standard but yet my mind has shifted

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit