This is a song about "Crowd"

But we can seek the one in the crowd

Baby heading down a cloud

Applause is imminent, the whole crowd looking pale

They giving niggas letters here and they ain't sending mail

I keep the crowd nodding like churchill dogs,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Showmanship, the crowd all sit, remit,

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

Just another face in the crowd.

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

Tryna run up on me late nights with the lights flashing

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

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

Now look: the change has come