This is a song about "Quiet mornings"

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Mount olympus is quiet until i go and start a riot

Their inner voice just go's quiet

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Man saturday mornings was the best

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

Spit quiet like a mime

Quiet in the back, daydream of metals,

Or closed casket for our troubles

While i spin a tale of the quiet kid

Waiting/showing you her beauty if she's naked

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

I would stay quiet and cry in my bed

And there is no chemistry

Yea he settled quiet carelessly,