This is a song about "Crowd"

I might even stick my tongue out

Before a morph in the crowd

The curtains have opened whilst the crowd is shouting out

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

I keep the crowd nodding like churchill dogs,

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

For the loud crowd who brought razors

Ready to pull it out and bust into the crowd

I'll keep on moving and tryna get out

Fuckin nazi, this crowd ain't your type

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

Slowly round me gathers a crowd

There must be another route, way out