This is a song about "A1 quality"

Reconcile with the quality words we speak!

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

Reconcile with the quality words we speak!

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

I spit quality and quality rhymes bred within bronner

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long

Will grow a few stalks, quality mushrooms on your lawn...

Quality portrayed volubly seemingly endless sporadic/

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

And the economy reduced my quality

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

Hear the word pain in your minds quality will stretch it