This is a song about "Good quality perfume"

Reconcile with the quality words we speak!

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Quality a gift to the people who are worthy for blessings

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Subjected through quantity and quality why i preform this art

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Drizzle it wit flavourings of the highest quality

I rap mystical mockeries with ill ass lyrical quality

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Finding-nemo-ass niggas get your life together

He still got the smell of my perfume on his sweater

Quality portrayed volubly seemingly endless sporadic/

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

That everythings fine, ok and good

10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood