This is a song about "Crowd"

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

Showmanship, the crowd all sit, remit,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Start a mosh pit in that crowd boy

Slowly round me gathers a crowd

Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out

I will thrive my style to an entire crowd,

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

The curtains have opened whilst the crowd is shouting out

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Only chicken heads chicken out

So sit down, shut up and follow the crowd

The curtains have opened whilst the crowd is shouting out

Don't pay for that, double-mg nigga brag about