This is a song about "Good quality perfume"

What i do though for good

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Quality portrayed volubly seemingly endless sporadic/

But i guess its all good

10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Quality a gift to the people who are worthy for blessings

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

My level of quality is solid yours is wobbling/

Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla good

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Reduction in quality by economy swallows me

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body