This is a song about "Quiet"

We vegetables, on them record labels

Quiet in the back, daydream of metals,

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

I'm awfully dressed, i'm quiet with my food that's on the tray.

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

Growin up all i wanted was a father figure

Everybody quiet i don't wanna hear a murmur

Yea he settled quiet carelessly,

A military mind mean money

Secret society all we ask is trust

He was never quiet nor silent

Spit quiet like a mime

If i had on 'bama line

Destroyed my mentality i was never so quiet

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that