This is a song about "Quality"

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

Hear the word pain in your minds quality will stretch it

My level of quality is solid yours is wobbling/

When i peep in the public, bet i'm leaving with something

Reduction in quality by economy swallows me

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

And the economy reduced my quality

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I spit quality and quality rhymes bred within bronner

Drizzle it wit flavourings of the highest quality

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

Your production quality is way bad, sloppy

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see