This is a song about "Bad quality"

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

Quality a gift to the people who are worthy for blessings

It's actually disastrously bad

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Luxury life, results living bad

Where the black girls get their weaves back

See i let my nigga split that

Why you treat them so bad

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

I rap mystical mockeries with ill ass lyrical quality

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Quantity and quality cause i wont stop this shit doing it constantly

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

It's actually disastrously bad

Reconcile with the quality words we speak!

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep