This is a song about "Quiet"

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

A storybook is read but overlooked, a quiet uncommon crook, a schnook,

You hang out where the pimps collide

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

I always knew the quiet ones would fuck like a #whore

Now at school guys were paying attention to the quiet, more

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Please can you be quiet cause my mumma won't like it

Writers block, quiet a shock man its basically grim

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

Spit quiet like a mime

At the same damn time

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

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