This is a song about "You quit"

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

You can actually put words together well, so quit with that crap.

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

Of your never gonna make it you should just quit

You ain't terrifying, so quit trying, you ain't qualifying,

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

So quit talk about how good you are

You get close but no cigar

I got your mom yellin,"why you hit it and quit it,"

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

I guess you might aswell quit

Foolish, i be on that new shit

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

Get back into the kitchen whore, you can quit your bitching or,