This is a song about "Standard operating procedures"

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

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

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

This a different motor man better go to work

Wack rapper.. your lax standard lacks swagger..

Not even my favorite rapper

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

These words are not standard but yet my mind has shifted

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

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

You over there, definition of your standard tool

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

A smooth operator operating correctly,