This is a song about "Beast quest"

It's like a quest, hard as bullets from wild west

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

On a quest obsessed to digest lyrics

Know it won't be the best, but i'm leaving the quest, i'm deceiving the rest

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

I'm spittin' freestyle, beat is tribe called quest,

A tribe called quest in the days of reaganomics,

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

It was the streak vs the beast

Sunlife stadium, smoke on my home field

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

I accept it willing im going to fuffill my quest,