This is a song about "Crowd"

Let the crowd choose who can last longer

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Back wood, the tree i’m ashing out

Freestyle to a beat if front of a crowd

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

But we can seek the one in the crowd

Cause everytime yall come around

Before a morph in the crowd

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

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

The curtains have opened whilst the crowd is shouting out

Diamonds blind the lens and camera men on the stakeout

Showmanship, the crowd all sit, remit,

Smoke ? you know it taste good