This is a song about "Silence"

To liberate yourself, africa

Silence no one to watch my back now the

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Combine violence, silence, phonetics

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Attempted to finally silence me,

Somehow the suburban silence flows mystically through rivers,

Now i'm back on my grizzle, a plethora of strippers

The capital punishment, the loud police sirens

Only moment these bitches get is a moment of silence.

Killing 'em softly; i think i owe them some silence.

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

The nine gonna pop in silence with power

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Silence, fast forward, these niggaz deserve rounds,

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house