This is a song about "Reduced my quality"

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Hear the word pain in your minds quality will stretch it

Finding-nemo-ass niggas get your life together

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

And the economy reduced my quality

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

My level of quality is solid yours is wobbling/

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

These my rhymes and my story

God mc oh my god you gotta see

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

I'm not sure if i know. i won't be reduced to my father's level though.