This is a song about "Top quality accomodation"

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

I rap mystical mockeries with ill ass lyrical quality

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

Yo, i'm sitting on the top

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

Quality portrayed volubly seemingly endless sporadic/

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

And the economy reduced my quality

And i'm already at the top.

Like a fiend off the best rock

Quality a gift to the people who are worthy for blessings

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks