This is a song about "Quick scopes"

On trial for possession of some chronic

Stay ready to pull a trigga quick

Pose, click, pose, click

No bitch teach me to critique quick

Quick masterly thieves purloining precious goods

Epic, they used to feed me detours

But that's what he liked her

Quick as a zip wire

So drop the slam and let's get sick

They say it inna quick

So i'm writing that real quick:

I dropped another classic

Got a sign on my dick

Shit so sick and i flow quick,

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Spit shit quick its a hit