This is a song about "Crowd"

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around

So sit down, shut up and follow the crowd

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

Competition vanished, my name what the crowd chanted

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

But we can seek the one in the crowd

Let's enjoy our younger years

For the loud crowd who brought razors

Smoking haze all over town like it's allowed

The curtains have opened whilst the crowd is shouting out

The crowd keeps chanting go teezy go

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

Freestyle to a beat if front of a crowd

So i turn to look and find out