This is a song about "Quality"

Quality portrayed volubly seemingly endless sporadic/

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

Subjected through quantity and quality why i preform this art

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

And the economy reduced my quality

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

Will grow a few stalks, quality mushrooms on your lawn...

They say i'm wrong and i'm heartless, but all along

I rap mystical mockeries with ill ass lyrical quality

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Your production quality is way bad, sloppy

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I spit quality and quality rhymes bred within bronner

Thinking how i could rid evil and let the good conquer

Reconcile with the quality words we speak!

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed