This is a song about "Crowd"

Concentrate hum a sound, start to overcome the crowd,

Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound

Ride him all around, when he hits the ground

Ready to pull it out and bust into the crowd

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

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Ain't that how black's do it, right

Fuckin nazi, this crowd ain't your type

So sit down, shut up and follow the crowd

Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out

For the loud crowd who brought razors

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

Rebound slow you down but you gotta exhale

Applause is imminent, the whole crowd looking pale