This is a song about "Crowd"

Raps so hot got the whole crowd burnin'

My talent should take me places i've never been

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

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Competition vanished, my name what the crowd chanted

When you doin the business, never follow the crowd

But i’ma wait it out i’m bout to see that drought

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

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

The curtains have opened whilst the crowd is shouting out

Only chicken heads chicken out

Slowly round me gathers a crowd

The crowd keeps chanting go teezy go

Ha, in your loophole though