This is a song about "Crowd"

I keep the crowd nodding like churchill dogs,

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Me, the one kid in the crowd,

Boy you know ill smoke you out

Talking of the gods you serve

For the loud crowd who brought razors

Now that's six cops found on that ground

Before a morph in the crowd

The crowd keeps chanting go teezy go

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

When you doin the business, never follow the crowd

She crack a smile, i'm finna turn it out

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

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing