This is a song about "Standard deviation"

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

You over there, definition of your standard tool

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

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

And i don't care if she gone, in a long skirt

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

These words are not standard but yet my mind has shifted

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

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

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

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

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

And there's little to be glad for

Wack rapper.. your lax standard lacks swagger..