This is a song about "Quarter backs"

Whether it's god almighty, or the almighty dollar

Music now days is torture,bloody knuckle with a quarter,

Be peddling on bikes to the border flipping bitches like a quarter

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

Wanna fuck em all

When my backs against the wall

They got me goin' mad, i'm knockin' busters on they backs

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

The time is now, on everything

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

The green backs in my pockets be talkin

But more or less the hope for dope niggas to prosper

Smoking on that quarter o jay, pop a blotter

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water