This is a song about "Crowd"

But who gives a fuck you here tonight

Fuckin nazi, this crowd ain't your type

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

I keep the crowd nodding like churchill dogs,

Now that's six cops found on that ground

But we can seek the one in the crowd

Raps so hot got the whole crowd burnin'

Where god at? i need to call him

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

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

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

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

Slowly round me gathers a crowd

I must go like fly route

Just another face in the crowd.

Exit the v wit my gun out