This is a song about "Crowd"

The curtains have opened whilst the crowd is shouting out

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

Baby heading down a cloud

Slowly round me gathers a crowd

Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out

I will thrive my style to an entire crowd,

So don't ask me why they strung out

But we can seek the one in the crowd

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

I keep the crowd nodding like churchill dogs,

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

Concentrate hum a sound, start to overcome the crowd,

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

For the loud crowd who brought razors

Fuckin nazi, this crowd ain't your type

I'll never forget, never forget the night