This is a song about "Crowd"

The crowd keeps chanting go teezy go

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Fuckin nazi, this crowd ain't your type

Pussy and patron make you feel alright

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

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Let the crowd choose who can last longer

Can't keep up, get your liters in order

Me, the one kid in the crowd,

Baby heading down a cloud

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

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Freestyle to a beat if front of a crowd

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud