This is a song about "Standard operating procedures"

I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool

You over there, definition of your standard tool

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,

Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work

These words are not standard but yet my mind has shifted

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

This shaky mediterranean operating

I summed it up in a verse my kelly rowland's waiting

And i hang with wolves cause i'm an evil bastard

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

Wack rapper.. your lax standard lacks swagger..

"contemplate", i wrote about her

A smooth operator operating correctly,

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see