This is a song about "Be quite"

Never quite know what might happen if

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

Don't know quite what to do

I'll battle ya, dont worry tho, i can be quite a nice guy

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Nothing is ever quite what it seems especially with teens

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens

I smoke weed till i feel quite mellow

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

Is written in our souls, africa

I've been waiting here for quite a

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Burberry, quite a hell