This is a song about "Reduced my quality"

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Reduction in quality by economy swallows me

Quality a gift to the people who are worthy for blessings

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

Shit on anybody with opinions, you dead wrong

Will grow a few stalks, quality mushrooms on your lawn...

My level of quality is solid yours is wobbling/

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Chillin' with homies and family

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Quality portrayed volubly seemingly endless sporadic/

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Higher than a vanilla sky, float by you