This is a song about "Standard operating procedures"

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

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

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

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

Wack rapper.. your lax standard lacks swagger..

Of impactful things one can ask for

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

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

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

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

A smooth operator operating correctly,

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

These words are not standard but yet my mind has shifted

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that