This is a song about "Quick scopes"

Turn up that music

Killing these niggas off quick

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

Donald trump, i sigh, your fired quick

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Quick kisses with the sadistic aftermath

With a brick, and ill be real quick.

Small, but you talkin' big

So drop the slam and let's get sick

No bitch teach me to critique quick

Im new but ill come up quick

Keep the bitches on my dick

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Quick with the intricate raps

I never crack i got that chap stick

So i'm writing that real quick: