My standard's higher than a hoe's heels.

Statistics mean nothin' to me. I only see the highest apple hangin' up on the tree.

I think it's hilarious how women complain about the idiots they've dated, but never change their standards.

I also think it's ridiculous that women that supposedly have high standards date some of the grimiest (I would say men, but far from it) males on the street.

Success is my only option, rip the weak spirit, throw it up for auction, monetary adoption, without costin', too much of my innocence, always out in the field, style straight militant

Hating something justifiably worth hating (like violence or some other) is far less destructive as hating someone because of their struggle or success.