This is a song about "Crowd"

Lets celebrate, levitate, with the loud

Freestyle to a beat if front of a crowd

Bitches love me out houston like spinach dip

Showmanship, the crowd all sit, remit,

So sit down, shut up and follow the crowd

Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out

And getting money is the song i sing

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

Just another face in the crowd.

Everytime you come around

Me, the one kid in the crowd,

Boy you know ill smoke you out

I will thrive my style to an entire crowd,

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found