A POEM FOR QUEST.....

QUEST is the man

ihub jail i think he can

3 weeks ago he said the" tots took it down"

orchestra catz with a frown

"oh me oh my icpa with a crown"

"we gotta do sumthin esteemed we is"

"we gotta keep our basher pride in this biz"

they checked mommas couch for that bit of money

found some cash hurried to short bouncin like a bunny

dropped it did longs held true

of course we all glued to L2

hit that bottom, support blocking the shed

landslide stopped in its silly tread

reversal it did 45% up

i filled large my red solo cup

"buncha good news about to be released"

their bashes tho frozen began to increased

ICPA far too "RICH"

he aint nothin but a silly  b*tch...

"fade" they will in ICplaces rear view

bashers cryin screaming their p.u..

"bright clothes" they wear spewing that trash

honey badgers back in  knaw and thrash

esteemed they were till thet get caught

margin calls ringing hard they faught

a chart i made TA i taught

pearls of wisdom perchy brought

long list of knowledge we own

ihub is whack  aint throwin a bone

slicric on mod says "watch ur tone"

screw that im goin out with a bang

i said before i got the hang

out to dry by charlie cop

too bad so sad no icpa flop

suck ballz tater totz

cuz thats all u gotz

all u fake botz

ill see u in the mirror

headed to vegas for that beer