This is a song about "Crowd"

Got a house on hundred acres

For the loud crowd who brought razors

Hit the club she drop it low

The crowd keeps chanting go teezy go

The curtains have opened whilst the crowd is shouting out

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

But we can seek the one in the crowd

I've got nothin' to worry about

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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

How i'm outgoing but don't be going out

Me, the one kid in the crowd,

When you doin the business, never follow the crowd

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round