This is a song about "Dead silence"

With equal tenets, girls and the guys that sit in silence

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Silence, fast forward, these niggaz deserve rounds,

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

And that ain't shit in poor neighborhoods but middle class silence,

I'm only responsible to silence their crying plea

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Twists it, turns it, beats it, burns it, tortures us in silence

Now i'm back on my grizzle, a plethora of strippers

Somehow the suburban silence flows mystically through rivers,

Silence no one to watch my back now the

Your gonna be on top nigga

Baby doll, check it out: i get around

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground