This is a song about "Crowd"

Applause is imminent, the whole crowd looking pale

6 in the morning, i’m gonna call wale

Showmanship, the crowd all sit, remit,

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

But i apologize for not walking you around

I will thrive my style to an entire crowd,

Something wicked this way come

Crowd screaming like terio,"ooh, kill 'em!"

When you doin the business, never follow the crowd

We don't speak to informants, they just look for a way out

Before a morph in the crowd

I must go like fly route

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

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

You could never find out

Me, the one kid in the crowd,