This is a song about "Standards"

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Cause my standards are way to high for you to meet,

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

What matters is content, relevance and standards

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

If you don't like the standards by which i live by, then fuck you!

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

I speak ideologies but don't meet standards, you see:

Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy

Still found a way to get pretty ass girls

We get hit w/ them double standards,

Add up to my standards if you keep coming with that bland shit

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you