Quinn XCII - Part Deaux [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse]
Yo, I'm confused by your question, probably think that I'm faded
[?] the hell outta me when yo mama say that we dated
Shit got me signing the records from Minnesota to Vegas
All the Midwest been vibin', just wishin' [?] would play this
And I hate the way that you do that right there
Bust out with the old school, like, yeah
You claim the game is all yours, but I got that soul, like, right here
And I got CP at point guard, got Mello, he ballin'
Dealin' with groupies or old girls yellin' and callin'
Nights [?] break up, lovers and lose your makeup
Fallin' rapidly, alarmin' all them bodies that wake up
Shit, mascara I think is a darker subject
No hello, so I say my peace like some good fellas runnin', DiNero
Faster out that situation, no time for past relations
I see them dancin' and jerkin', no time for masturbations
Hate the way that you turn my shit down
Told you, hater, we we here now
Hold up, waiter, bring some bottles of that OVO here now
[?] smokin', managin' hearts that broken
Reparin' women who had arrangements with doctors that open
Up they bodies and decide to tighten they feelings
Just 'cause she wanna marry, I suggest you heighten the ceiling
I'm bustin' out this motherfucker like Superman
All you do is bitch and complain, puffin' on hookah sand
She be recognizin' I'm [?], calm and collected
We slow and harder and this master this rhyme
In times of the essence, you blow it
Sunny day demeanor, Lamborghini swerve
Gettin' funny when you seen us so confident, [?]
In the audience I'm describin', not females that I'm rappin' 'bout
[?] we vibin', them drama scenes that we actin' out
Now when I say drama, pretend like Old English laddies
No disrespect to your mama, but she be clubbin' like caddies
Get off topic with my subjects, how 'bout we break down essentials?
Could you please step for a minute while we just break down credentials?
It goes like hella [?] stuntin', we got the dreads and scam
Wanted more than the average person so that heads would spin
Pardon my fear that the future's not as dope as it should be
Wish rap was back in the 50s, damn, a baller, I would be
Rap was back in the 50s, damn, a baller, I would be
Rap was back in the 50s, damn, a baller, I would be