This is a song about "Crowd"

Start a mosh pit in that crowd boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Competition vanished, my name what the crowd chanted

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Then get out your seat and jump around

Me, the one kid in the crowd,

There must be another route, way out

So sit down, shut up and follow the crowd

Fuckin nazi, this crowd ain't your type

Whether you wrong or you right

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

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

I will thrive my style to an entire crowd,

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

Concentrate hum a sound, start to overcome the crowd,