This is a song about "Crowd"

Them lames ain't even know the newest planes came out

Freestyle to a beat if front of a crowd

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

Competition vanished, my name what the crowd chanted

Showmanship, the crowd all sit, remit,

Young money motherfucker we the shit

So sit down, shut up and follow the crowd

Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

The curtains have opened whilst the crowd is shouting out

Concentrate hum a sound, start to overcome the crowd,

No disrespect, you can't respect yourself then just get out

Slowly round me gathers a crowd

I must go like fly route