This is a song about "Crowd"

Slowly round me gathers a crowd

And i don’t take no dames out

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

Fuckin nazi, this crowd ain't your type

The crowd keeps chanting go teezy go

People love hodgy i hate you though

They can’t even come around

Just another face in the crowd.

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

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Don't pay for that, double-mg nigga brag about

Concentrate hum a sound, start to overcome the crowd,

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Start a mosh pit in that crowd boy

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

Dicks whipped out of our kecs, watch the crowd retreat and freeze,