This is a song about "Hiding in the crowd"

The man with a plan to fuck shit up while playin in the sand hiding contraband

Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped

Showmanship, the crowd all sit, remit,

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

You know, kiss his mom. she gave him wisdom charm

Hiding in the trenches avoiding the ether bomb

Before a morph in the crowd

The sun's always out

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

In the crowd, hustle and grind, hustle and grind and when im done,

Mixed feelings cause now all the chicks feeling him

Raps so hot got the whole crowd burnin'

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Your balls hiding in their whites