This is a song about "Nike is bad quality"

And the economy reduced my quality

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

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

Your pitiful stop i'm the devil in nike airs

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Your bad is what is alleged

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

I spit quality and quality rhymes bred within bronner

Drizzle it wit flavourings of the highest quality

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I rap mystical mockeries with ill ass lyrical quality

In the cold street,where the bad guy is

Aight santana man...let's do this

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

Im sick (puke) like my nike kicks