This is a song about "Crowd"

Jt: no one to hold her tight

Fuckin nazi, this crowd ain't your type

Competition vanished, my name what the crowd chanted

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

But we can seek the one in the crowd

Can't decide, take em out

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

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

Let the crowd choose who can last longer

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I’m the rapper with clout columbians rap about

I will thrive my style to an entire crowd,