This is a song about "Crowd"

A smooth criminaland though i pack this pound

So sit down, shut up and follow the crowd

No more, we caked out

Slowly round me gathers a crowd

Better yet they work my every nerve

For the loud crowd who brought razors

Me, the one kid in the crowd,

They can’t even come around

But we can seek the one in the crowd

I'll keep it moving and tryna get out

My tires align with the play, but the times out

Concentrate hum a sound, start to overcome the crowd,

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

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