This is a song about "Good quality perfume"

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

Reconcile with the quality words we speak!

My level of quality is solid yours is wobbling/

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Quality a gift to the people who are worthy for blessings

What i do though for good

My nigga, no hook

That everythings fine, ok and good

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

Quality portrayed volubly seemingly endless sporadic/

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

Miss your silly laugh and your nasal burning perfume