This is a song about "Quarter million"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

Don't see this deeper than music, don't hear it but feel the author

Even though i only got a b last quarter

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

My heart races a million miles

Take her back to where i live

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

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

Don't believe me? then watch me empty out a full clip