This is a song about "Infinity q50"

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

From 93 til infinity, we poppin major drama still

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

That outnumber infinity

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Life on a fast lane infinity laps

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Life on a fast lane infinity laps

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

I see past you placebos, watch me look into infinity,

And i know its mine for infinity

I just want somebody i can see

I see the line to my serenity infinity

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

I'll be rapping till infinity