This is a song about "Quarter"

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

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

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

I turned down a quarter mil to pitch a mobile phone

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

Smoking on that quarter o jay, pop a blotter

These shoes right here ain't come from foot locker

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

Lets celebrate, levitate, with the loud