This is a song about "Quarter back"

I'm askin' y'all, watchin' quarter niggas go through crack withdrawal,

That means i wear a suit and bend the truth and feel awful

Smoking on that quarter o jay, pop a blotter

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Don't second guess it girl there ain't nothing to think about

4th quarter, how you gon go and take mike out?

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

It’s a quarter to imminent, ten minutes to infinite

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Smoking on that quarter o jay, pop a blotter

Big playmaker quarter back

You got reason to brag

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

Or slowly scissor cut you in to quarter portions to eat