This is a song about "Crowd surfing"

Ready to pull it out and bust into the crowd

Can't break up to make up,she wake up, im out

I keep the crowd nodding like churchill dogs,

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Hand me a microphone, and watch the crowd just holla, yo,

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

When i'm down and out, i get up and right

Fuckin nazi, this crowd ain't your type

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Start a mosh pit in that crowd boy

Got it on lock, you just locked out

But we can seek the one in the crowd

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Competition vanished, my name what the crowd chanted

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

Something wicked this way come