This is a song about "Crowd"

Fuckin nazi, this crowd ain't your type

Watchin the cops roll byit ain't easy... that's right

Harder, better, faster, stronger

Let the crowd choose who can last longer

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

Concentrate hum a sound, start to overcome the crowd,

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

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

Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of carssignin' out

When you doin the business, never follow the crowd

He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail

Applause is imminent, the whole crowd looking pale

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

Showmanship, the crowd all sit, remit,

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

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities