This is a song about "Quality"

Reconcile with the quality words we speak!

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Translation cause my life is too sweet

Reconcile with the quality words we speak!

Reduction in quality by economy swallows me

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

Quality a gift to the people who are worthy for blessings

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Hear the word pain in your minds quality will stretch it

Subjected through quantity and quality why i preform this art

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

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

And the economy reduced my quality

I rap mystical mockeries with ill ass lyrical quality

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see