This is a song about "Reduced my quality"

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

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

Subjected through quantity and quality why i preform this art

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Quantity and quality cause i wont stop this shit doing it constantly

These my rhymes and my story

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And the economy reduced my quality

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Reduction in quality by economy swallows me

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

I rap mystical mockeries with ill ass lyrical quality

A grade could be reduced, just take em as bad jokes.

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes