This is a song about "Nike is bs quality"

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Im sick (puke) like my nike kicks

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

I rap mystical mockeries with ill ass lyrical quality

I spit quality and quality rhymes bred within bronner

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Subjected through quantity and quality why i preform this art

For real, you need to go away just like the rain song

Will grow a few stalks, quality mushrooms on your lawn...

Quality a gift to the people who are worthy for blessings

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions

You never play with young boys cause they never private

But go ahead and take that nike sign and just do it!

Your pitiful stop i'm the devil in nike airs

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense