This is a song about "Standard operating procedures"

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

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

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

These words are not standard but yet my mind has shifted

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Wack rapper.. your lax standard lacks swagger..

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

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

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

This shaky mediterranean operating

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

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

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.