This is a song about "Standing talk"

Yeah i ain't done

Standing in the kitchen

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

With phony politicians standing slanting unsteadily crooked

Put my trust in my dog

Every time that you talk

I feel so cold standing alone

And don't you bring your camera phone

Shifted i'm standing, above all you rappers,

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

I don't sprint just boost when i feel

But somehow i'm still standing right here

My money keep me staying, my dick allways out standing

From los angee area anytime i'm fucking landing