This is a song about "Crowd"

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

I keep the crowd nodding like churchill dogs,

Before a morph in the crowd

Come wit me you'll smoke around

No more, we caked out

Me, the one kid in the crowd,

Let's enjoy our younger years

For the loud crowd who brought razors

Slowly round me gathers a crowd

Let me see you work it out

The crowd keeps chanting go teezy go

Bad bitches never loved them though

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

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

I will thrive my style to an entire crowd,

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around