This is a song about "Crowd"

For the loud crowd who brought razors

Adabo to my haters

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him

Raps so hot got the whole crowd burnin'

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

His crowd ain't excited, they're not clapping.

She crack a smile, i'm finna turn it out

So sit down, shut up and follow the crowd

Competition vanished, my name what the crowd chanted

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

Dicks whipped out of our kecs, watch the crowd retreat and freeze,

Fuckin nazi, this crowd ain't your type

The rolls-royce, it’s all white