This is a song about "Standard operating procedures"

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

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

A smooth operator operating correctly,

And i got a little big, keep it low key

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

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

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

These words are not standard but yet my mind has shifted

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

Forever faded, i know lucifer waiting

This shaky mediterranean operating

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

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

You over there, definition of your standard tool

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule