This is a song about "Crowd"

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

For the loud crowd who brought razors

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Start a mosh pit in that crowd boy

Just another face in the crowd.

Quote un-quote backpack still bring them bitches out

Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out

Slowly round me gathers a crowd

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

Showmanship, the crowd all sit, remit,

High on loud when i be ridin' out

Freestyle to a beat if front of a crowd

So sit down, shut up and follow the crowd

I turn my music down so you won’t hear a sound

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

But i'm not gonna do that until you begin to pass out