This is a song about "Crowd"

Slowly round me gathers a crowd

I'll keep it moving and tryna get out

And just came to realize that she's standing in a crowd

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

She would throw a pout how i'm showing out

I will thrive my style to an entire crowd,

Competition vanished, my name what the crowd chanted

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

Waiting holding her stomach but holmes would never find out

Ready to pull it out and bust into the crowd

I keep the crowd nodding like churchill dogs,

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Adabo to my haters

For the loud crowd who brought razors

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

Freestyle to a beat if front of a crowd