This is a song about "Quality"

Reduction in quality by economy swallows me

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Quantity and quality cause i wont stop this shit doing it constantly

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Reconcile with the quality words we speak!

My level of quality is solid yours is wobbling/

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

I rap mystical mockeries with ill ass lyrical quality

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

I spit quality and quality rhymes bred within bronner

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Hear the word pain in your minds quality will stretch it

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Quality a gift to the people who are worthy for blessings