This is a song about "Standard deviation"

But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted

These words are not standard but yet my mind has shifted

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

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

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Wack rapper.. your lax standard lacks swagger..

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

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

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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.

You over there, definition of your standard tool

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

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

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