This is a song about "Crowd"

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Degenerate lyricists.. limit this.. visionless crowd of sentences//

The curtains have opened whilst the crowd is shouting out

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

Let the crowd choose who can last longer

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

Raps so hot got the whole crowd burnin'

You're uncool like my mother kin

Hell, ever since i was a little nigga havin' fantasies

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

And just came to realize that she's standing in a crowd

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

Start a mosh pit in that crowd boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ