This is a song about "Quest givers"

Know it won't be the best, but i'm leaving the quest, i'm deceiving the rest

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

Cos in the quest for world equality and harmony

Living my life like a journey, everyday is a quest,

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

So here i am at the store for some chips

A tribe called quest in the days of reaganomics,

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

I'm a guest on this quest of blessed and oppressed they suggest

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

On a quest obsessed to digest lyrics

It's like a quest, hard as bullets from wild west

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

It's a long quest and i gotta lot of stress