This is a song about "Crowd"

Ready to pull it out and bust into the crowd

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

Just another face in the crowd.

Ride him all around, when he hits the ground

Fuckin nazi, this crowd ain't your type

Don't need lights, i can see you by the moonlight

Let the crowd choose who can last longer

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

She crazy, that stalker shit

Showmanship, the crowd all sit, remit,

So don't ask me why they strung out

But we can seek the one in the crowd

When you doin the business, never follow the crowd

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around