This is a song about "Crowd"

The curtains have opened whilst the crowd is shouting out

I prefer your applause without a handout

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Degenerate lyricists.. limit this.. visionless crowd of sentences//

I keep the crowd nodding like churchill dogs,

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Come wit me you'll smoke around

Just another face in the crowd.

I will thrive my style to an entire crowd,

I'll keep it moving and tryna get out

Applause is imminent, the whole crowd looking pale

They keep sayin' whale, but my name wale

And i ain't tryna be trife when i call 'em out

And just came to realize that she's standing in a crowd