This is a song about "Crowd"

Crowd screaming like terio,"ooh, kill 'em!"

If you wanted a date, don't come

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

I will thrive my style to an entire crowd,

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

For the loud crowd who brought razors

Fuckin nazi, this crowd ain't your type

But i gotta make sure i’m right

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Degenerate lyricists.. limit this.. visionless crowd of sentences//

And nike put em on punishment they won't ever come out

When you doin the business, never follow the crowd