This is a song about "Bad quality"

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

I spit quality and quality rhymes bred within bronner

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Quality portrayed volubly seemingly endless sporadic/

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Cause yo black apparently yo bad

Your production quality is way bad, sloppy

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Subjected through quantity and quality why i preform this art

Why you treat them so bad

The door crack, niggas all black

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Quality a gift to the people who are worthy for blessings