This is a song about "Dairy q"

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Who likes to battle rap and thinks i fuck with dairy

What preceded was the clue

Which makes me hustle my q

My money for them q backs but you do not get to throw

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Lack toast tolerant with dairy

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

Not even like q-tip,big pun or slick rick

Wu tang creeper, dairy with the creamer

Condoleezza, this is lyrical ether