This is a song about "Crowd"

Me, the one kid in the crowd,

High on loud when i be ridin' out

Ready to pull it out and bust into the crowd

There must be another route, way out

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

The curtains have opened whilst the crowd is shouting out

His crowd ain't excited, they're not clapping.

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Start a mosh pit in that crowd boy

But who gives a fuck you here tonight

Fuckin nazi, this crowd ain't your type

Competition vanished, my name what the crowd chanted

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit