This is a song about "Win quiet"

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

He was never quiet nor silent

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

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Quiet in the back, daydream of metals,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

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

Seem quiet but all they do is shout

Can't decide, take em out

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

Whipping up win after win easier than it is to sin

What up girl, tell me how you been

Why can't i never win

Real quiet bout to make you shake

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake