This is a song about "Quiet"

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

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

If i should die before i wake

Real quiet bout to make you shake

Always been known as the quiet boy in the backroom.

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

And yet my rhymes were unheard so quiet was much preferred

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

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

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Quiet in the back, daydream of metals,

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

The quiet kid who only spoke to answer a question

She never ready to go so she forever come

Do he make you feel important than how you felt before

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