This is a song about "Standin"

''still standin, still sandin'' what the fuck

I thought it'd get better but

You standin there akimbo

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Aiyyo, we went from standin on blocks, without some socks

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

It's choir attire standin on ground with one pivot

Maybe your grave,or your tombstone standin straight

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Dressed like a sailor, standin' by a pail of garbage

Resented by the game like i'm pete rose in this bitch