This is a song about "Quality"

Subjected through quantity and quality why i preform this art

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Quality portrayed volubly seemingly endless sporadic/

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

Reconcile with the quality words we speak!

Admire your style and your physique

And the economy reduced my quality

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Reduction in quality by economy swallows me

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

Reconcile with the quality words we speak!

Quantity and quality cause i wont stop this shit doing it constantly

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

I rap mystical mockeries with ill ass lyrical quality