This is a song about "Crowd"

I keep the crowd nodding like churchill dogs,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

Applause is imminent, the whole crowd looking pale

Ready to pull it out and bust into the crowd

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

And i don’t take no dames out

But we can seek the one in the crowd

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

If a nigga didn't fake like them

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Start a mosh pit in that crowd boy

Let the crowd choose who can last longer

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound

So sit down, shut up and follow the crowd