This is a song about "Qiuck scope"

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

Pussy nigga want it he aint even know he was on scope

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

Speedboard? idk anymore laser scope oh please no more

The funeral for hip-hop, i'm aiming down the sniper scope,

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

And he looked for hoes, i scope the throws

Here you better scope it, climb to the top just my hands i rope it,

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

With a lyrical scope

My balance be so tight rope

Digest cannabis, while i spit scope

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope

It's a large scope, i'm like a star, find me with a telescope/