This is a song about "Crowd surf"

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

Life is a wavy sea, u'll immerse if u don't know how to surf

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Surf through the extremists and save the epithet i have set.

You just trynna be haters

For the loud crowd who brought razors

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Start a mosh pit in that crowd boy

Cause i fuck all her brains out

But we can seek the one in the crowd

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

And just came to realize that she's standing in a crowd

Competition vanished, my name what the crowd chanted

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

The revolution has arrived

Chevy surf the sreet steady grind