This is a song about "Quick ryhms"

You gon' tip her

Quick as a zip wire

Bout to get tackled quick

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

You're going under quick, that's life

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

Rippin this shit like lightning so quick

I bet you hear that white music

With a brick, and ill be real quick.

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

So drop the slam and let's get sick

Stay ready to pull a trigga quick

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Quick masterly thieves purloining precious goods

Bitch, they call it motor city

Hail mary nigga, run quick see