This is a song about "Crowds"

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Slinking through crowds of probable possibilities, sizing my mark

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

Standing out in crowds, flipping off police, like the nwa screamin fuck the police,

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Now the crowds chanting big up to kathryn/ i'm planning to go maniac with this

The south is out, we're rousing crowds, when we settle shit,

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Trying hard to speak and

Crowds shout in amazement

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

I want to feel the energy of the crowds reactions,