This is a song about "Quality spirits like ghosts"

I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking

About tipsy spirits, higher feelings, and tweaking

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

And the economy reduced my quality

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

Guess i'm just full of legend's spirits/

Silent ghosts can still leave marks.

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

Reconcile with the quality words we speak!

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

I spit quality and quality rhymes bred within bronner

Seeing ghosts from the past

I'll get to em when i land