This is a song about "Crowd"

Me, the one kid in the crowd,

They just go around

Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out

Before a morph in the crowd

Fuckin nazi, this crowd ain't your type

You got to have your game tight

Applause is imminent, the whole crowd looking pale

He ain't even respect the name, he said whale

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

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

So sit down, shut up and follow the crowd

Got a bunch of haters, plus i got more to count