This is a song about "Crowd"

Raps so hot got the whole crowd burnin'

Mixed feelings cause now all the chicks feeling him

Crowd screaming like terio,"ooh, kill 'em!"

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out

So sit down, shut up and follow the crowd

His crowd ain't excited, they're not clapping.

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

I will thrive my style to an entire crowd,

Ride him all around, when he hits the ground

No reason to be around

Me, the one kid in the crowd,

Fuckin nazi, this crowd ain't your type

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light