This is a song about "Quiet pain"

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

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

While i spin a tale of the quiet kid

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

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

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

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

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

I'mma do the right thing though, take shock anyway

Not me, i bet you remember the night

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

I went from quiet to loud

Weed up, better make a sound

Always been known as the quiet boy in the backroom.

Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon