This is a song about "Crowd"

Before a morph in the crowd

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

I know your man ain't lovin you right

Fuckin nazi, this crowd ain't your type

I go, in when i start putting words out

Ready to pull it out and bust into the crowd

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

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

I've got nothin' to worry about

So sit down, shut up and follow the crowd

Slowly round me gathers a crowd

He just throws it around