This is a song about "Crowds"

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

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,

Petrol clouds lurked over several crowds of people in the chilly breeze

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Enforce, i'm elegant and

Crowds shout in amazement

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Day dreams of rappin' in the stages, crowds goin' wild crazy of my verses//

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

I want to feel the energy of the crowds reactions,

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Controlling crowds in the masses like i got a magic wand in my hand