This is a song about "Crowd"

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

For the loud crowd who brought razors

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

When you doin the business, never follow the crowd

But we can seek the one in the crowd

Got it on lock, you just locked out

Dicks whipped out of our kecs, watch the crowd retreat and freeze,

Put you in jimmy choo and you ain't even chinese

500 at the villa ain't no problem

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

Fuckin nazi, this crowd ain't your type

I plead with em, the system ain't right

She a honest girl so i'mma slam her out

I will thrive my style to an entire crowd,