This is a song about "Win quiet"

You're quiet while i spit

With these macs i've got a bad habit

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

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

I would stay quiet and cry in my bed

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

Their inner voice just go's quiet

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

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

Quiet in the back, daydream of metals,

Or closed casket for our troubles

He just throws it around

I went from quiet to loud

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

This old routine can never win