This is a song about "Crowd"

Yall lame niggas. no bitches when yall are out

Slowly round me gathers a crowd

Showmanship, the crowd all sit, remit,

Killing these niggas off quick

Concentrate hum a sound, start to overcome the crowd,

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

Me, the one kid in the crowd,

We know we always out

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Start a mosh pit in that crowd boy

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

Brand new drop, i'm riding through harlem