This is a song about "Good quality perfume"

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

I rap mystical mockeries with ill ass lyrical quality

I make female rappers look good

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

I spit quality and quality rhymes bred within bronner

The devil at the dance hall thirsty for a partner

And the economy reduced my quality

Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy

Aye, hold your head homie, look

That everythings fine, ok and good

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

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla good

He still got the smell of my perfume on his sweater

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for