This is a song about "Dead silence"

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

There will be no more sittin in silence,

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

The 9 it is silence like mines doing actions

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Combine violence, silence, phonetics

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground

The fourth one, i like to kick around

Silence no one to watch my back now the

Our children must be taught, of africa

All you niggas dead , dead fake

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed