This is a song about "Crowd"

Before a morph in the crowd

Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

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

The crowd keeps chanting go teezy go

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

Just another face in the crowd.

Only chicken heads chicken out

But i apologize for not walking you around

Ready to pull it out and bust into the crowd

Applause is imminent, the whole crowd looking pale

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail