This is a song about "Quiet"

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

I'll stop the violence, you left me crying just leave the streets quiet,

Spit quiet like a mime

But check out how i roll mine

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

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

He was never quiet nor silent

Secret society all we ask is trust

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

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

Real quiet bout to make you shake

The proverbial lemonade that i made

Their inner voice just go's quiet

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.