This is a song about "Bad quality"

She did things that were bad

Now you got me hopped up on that

Reduction in quality by economy swallows me

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

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

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

Sentimental beauties acting bad

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

I rap mystical mockeries with ill ass lyrical quality

Reconcile with the quality words we speak!

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

My level of quality is solid yours is wobbling/

Got indelible colors, only look where they’re buzzing

No, not bombs over baghdad

Why you treat them so bad