This is a song about "Quiet"

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

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

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

And i ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say

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

And when i win this battle and you try to keep it quiet

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

And yet my rhymes were unheard so quiet was much preferred

Quiet in the back, daydream of metals,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

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

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

Hopin' that my niggas see

Yea he settled quiet carelessly,

Seem quiet but all they do is shout

Can't break up to make up,she wake up, im out