This is a song about "Quiet"

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

Yea he settled quiet carelessly,

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

Slowly cut your voice box, so your screams will get quiet ha

You, you, you have to pay for that

Their inner voice just go's quiet

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Real quiet bout to make you shake

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Destroyed my mentality i was never so quiet

I'll stop the violence, you left me crying just leave the streets quiet,

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Quiet in the back, daydream of metals,