This is a song about "Standard"

You over there, definition of your standard tool

But me and my brother never made it out school

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

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

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

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

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

Wack rapper.. your lax standard lacks swagger..

You know...you know who you are

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

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

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

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

These words are not standard but yet my mind has shifted

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute