This is a song about "Q"

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Not even like q-tip,big pun or slick rick

My money for them q backs but you do not get to throw

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

Life's tryin to lap you

Which makes me hustle my q

Let me ask a q for a stupid cheater like you:

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

Schoolboy q inspired me to do this right