This is a song about "Crowd"

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

The curtains have opened whilst the crowd is shouting out

Fuckin nazi, this crowd ain't your type

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

Yeahi tell my niggas pick the target out

When you doin the business, never follow the crowd

Just another face in the crowd.

So don't ask me why they strung out

Freestyle to a beat if front of a crowd

Only chicken heads chicken out

Catch you up on places i've been

Raps so hot got the whole crowd burnin'

The curtains have opened whilst the crowd is shouting out

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

I keep the crowd nodding like churchill dogs,