This is a song about "Nike is bad quality"

My level of quality is solid yours is wobbling/

No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something

I rap mystical mockeries with ill ass lyrical quality

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

And this shit is not about the music and its bad decisions,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Im sick (puke) like my nike kicks

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

I spit quality and quality rhymes bred within bronner

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Your production quality is way bad, sloppy

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

In the cold street,where the bad guy is

She dont have a problem with, with

No rhyme is a bad rhyme

My reign lulu's son shine