This is a song about "Crowd"

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

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Start a mosh pit in that crowd boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Just another face in the crowd.

No more, we caked out

I’ve never seen my neighbors

For the loud crowd who brought razors

I be on some fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out

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

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

The curtains have opened whilst the crowd is shouting out

Concentrate hum a sound, start to overcome the crowd,

You know i'm tryna kill that shit, make sure that urn is out

Slowly round me gathers a crowd

Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out