This is a song about "Quality"

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Your production quality is way bad, sloppy

Reconcile with the quality words we speak!

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

Reduction in quality by economy swallows me

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

Reconcile with the quality words we speak!

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

Quality a gift to the people who are worthy for blessings

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Brown skin or a yellow-bone, dj this my favorite song

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

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Drizzle it wit flavourings of the highest quality

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Quality portrayed volubly seemingly endless sporadic/