This is a song about "Reduced my quality"

And the economy reduced my quality

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Shawty can i taste you

And look what rap's reduced to:

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Subjected through quantity and quality why i preform this art

It's the rap monger, rap monster earl sweat attack, conquer

I spit quality and quality rhymes bred within bronner

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

This is my original, my validation

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

My words are my rhythm

They had a hell of a run