This is a song about "Toyota corolla"

I tore my family apart, sin by sin. in my head it happens limb for limb.

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Wack rapper.. your lax standard lacks swagger..

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

Pictures of you on my wall no glue, no tape but just cum plastered

I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule

You over there, definition of your standard tool

My hearts on its last limb so it's destined to hurt me

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

Y'all can't ever fade that, i don't ever lack shit

These words are not standard but yet my mind has shifted

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Fucked up cops have to reach a quota,pulls you over, in your toyota,

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,