This is a song about "Quality"

Reduction in quality by economy swallows me

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Reconcile with the quality words we speak!

Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

My level of quality is solid yours is wobbling/

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long

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

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Your production quality is way bad, sloppy

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

Drizzle it wit flavourings of the highest quality

Reconcile with the quality words we speak!

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

Quality a gift to the people who are worthy for blessings

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings