This is a song about "Crowd"

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

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

I keep the crowd nodding like churchill dogs,

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

Competition vanished, my name what the crowd chanted

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

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

The curtains have opened whilst the crowd is shouting out

Lets celebrate, levitate, with the loud

Raps so hot got the whole crowd burnin'

If he keep going, pass the torch to him

But we can seek the one in the crowd

I go, in when i start putting words out

Start a mosh pit in that crowd boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy