This is a song about "Nike is bs quality"

Khakis pressed, nike shoes crispy and fresh laced, so i guess it ain't

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Quality portrayed volubly seemingly endless sporadic/

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Your pitiful stop i'm the devil in nike airs

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

My level of quality is solid yours is wobbling/

Material girls can't call you, cause you deserve all from the honor

I spit quality and quality rhymes bred within bronner

I rap mystical mockeries with ill ass lyrical quality

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

To compare me with him is like nike to jays

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face