This is a song about "Standard operating procedures"

A smooth operator operating correctly,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

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

Go to school today, tomorrow, the day after

Wack rapper.. your lax standard lacks swagger..

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

Pictures of you on my wall no glue, no tape but just cum plastered

These words are not standard but yet my mind has shifted

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

Momma said i should reconsider law school

You over there, definition of your standard tool