This is a song about "Quality"

Reconcile with the quality words we speak!

But all i really want is a kiss on the cheek

Subjected through quantity and quality why i preform this art

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

Quality a gift to the people who are worthy for blessings

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Hear the word pain in your minds quality will stretch it

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

And the economy reduced my quality

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Quality portrayed volubly seemingly endless sporadic/

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

Reduction in quality by economy swallows me

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

My level of quality is solid yours is wobbling/