This is a song about "Good quality perfume"

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

My level of quality is solid yours is wobbling/

Niggas getting flipped, i get them done for nothing

Reconcile with the quality words we speak!

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

And the economy reduced my quality

That everythings fine, ok and good

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then

Reduction in quality by economy swallows me

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free