This is a song about "Quality"

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

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

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Hear the word pain in your minds quality will stretch it

Your production quality is way bad, sloppy

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

My level of quality is solid yours is wobbling/

Quality a gift to the people who are worthy for blessings

Fuck a video vixen, they got vicious intentions

My motherfucking doctor said i need a doctor

I spit quality and quality rhymes bred within bronner

And all women who had light features, see

And the economy reduced my quality