This is a song about "Crowd"

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

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

Crowd screaming like terio,"ooh, kill 'em!"

So muthafuck the system

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

For the loud crowd who brought razors

When you doin the business, never follow the crowd

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

Young money motherfucker we the shit

Showmanship, the crowd all sit, remit,

She make me chili like t-boz, me leave her out

So sit down, shut up and follow the crowd

Fuckin nazi, this crowd ain't your type

And it's still tight, i like when it's real tight