This is a song about "My quarter"

Callin' her up on the phone, quarter-dime telly nigga,

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

Can't change who i am, i just try to get better

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Be peddling on bikes to the border flipping bitches like a quarter

Music now days is torture,bloody knuckle with a quarter,

But i never ever thought that you would take me on this offer

She never ready to go so she forever come

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Or slowly scissor cut you in to quarter portions to eat

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

This quarter i ordered altars,

Pissin' on the demons of the earth