This is a song about "Crowd"

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

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

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Just another face in the crowd.

I don't know what you heard about

But we can seek the one in the crowd

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

I will thrive my style to an entire crowd,

Ridin’ in a cl, hope i never see jail

Applause is imminent, the whole crowd looking pale

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

I keep the crowd nodding like churchill dogs,

Don't pay for that, double-mg nigga brag about

The curtains have opened whilst the crowd is shouting out

Fuckin nazi, this crowd ain't your type

Watchin the cops roll byit ain't easy... that's right