This is a song about "Crowded"

It's getting fucking crowded so they're jumpin out of my mouth

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Crowded with thousands of buds 'n' powders that he was showered with

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Across the crowded room,

That i was thinkin' about writin' about, but my stream of thoughts crowded around

Kids will black outsome cracked out hit the pen max outcome home and blow a back out

But one day, she with her husband and child went to a crowded place

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Crowded with thousands of buds 'n' powders that he was showered with

Its getting crowded and i had a bad week, and kids are stepping on me,

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

Surrounded by the crowded thousand and they all shouted