This is a song about "Quick scopes"

Proved them all wrong right quick.

State flow hard dick

Quick masterly thieves purloining precious goods

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Whatever it is i feel it coming quick

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Trying to catch me riding dirty

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Donald trump, i sigh, your fired quick

So i'm writing that real quick:

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

 it didn't need to be so quick,

Same thing with this music

Stay ready to pull a trigga quick

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick