This is a song about "Standard deviation"

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

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

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

You live your life all serious while i'm enjoying mine

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

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Wack rapper.. your lax standard lacks swagger..

You know...you know who you are

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

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

These words are not standard but yet my mind has shifted

The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool

You over there, definition of your standard tool

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws