This is a song about "Crowd"

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

For the loud crowd who brought razors

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

I keep the crowd nodding like churchill dogs,

Concentrate hum a sound, start to overcome the crowd,

Quit playin games gurl you got my head spinnin round

My niggas clownbring a pound

Just another face in the crowd.

But we can seek the one in the crowd

Exit the v wit my gun out

Freestyle to a beat if front of a crowd

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

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

These sb's ain't never coming out

Before a morph in the crowd