This is a song about "Quality assurance"

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

I spit quality and quality rhymes bred within bronner

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Hear the word pain in your minds quality will stretch it

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Quality portrayed volubly seemingly endless sporadic/

Reduction in quality by economy swallows me

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Reconcile with the quality words we speak!

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Subjected through quantity and quality why i preform this art

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

Your production quality is way bad, sloppy

And the discography, somethin' you got to see