This is a song about "Crowd"

Got it on lock, you just locked out

Slowly round me gathers a crowd

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

Fuckin nazi, this crowd ain't your type

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

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Got a condo on my wrist girl, i'm cashing out

Ready to pull it out and bust into the crowd

And i be countin' money till i pass out

So sit down, shut up and follow the crowd

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

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

Smoking haze all over town like it's allowed

The curtains have opened whilst the crowd is shouting out

Competition vanished, my name what the crowd chanted

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit