This is a song about "Crowd"

Before a morph in the crowd

If you don’t watch out

Showmanship, the crowd all sit, remit,

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

I will thrive my style to an entire crowd,

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

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

Degenerate lyricists.. limit this.. visionless crowd of sentences//

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Shake your hair like them track ain't coming out

Slowly round me gathers a crowd

Fuckin nazi, this crowd ain't your type

Jungle fever for the night