This is a song about "Quit your life"

Quit your job call your boss a slob who needs a wash

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

I just shake dice

Of the book of your life

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Quit your posing, bitch this ain't a image or picture

Starting to bang your head slightly against the door thinking man i should quit

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Kid you're 13 quit your dreams put on the breaks

I'm back on these highways moving cakes

They tell quit your bitching and get back to the kitchen,

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Quit your riff raff, just said this shit fast