This is a song about "Hiding in the crowd"

Me, the one kid in the crowd,

And i like my window tinted out

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Start a mosh pit in that crowd boy

So sit down, shut up and follow the crowd

Smoking haze all over town like it's allowed

My niggas is winning though

The crowd keeps chanting go teezy go

By god, stop whining

And the truth been in hiding

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

When you doin the business, never follow the crowd

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

Concentrate hum a sound, start to overcome the crowd,

Ready to pull it out and bust into the crowd

Can't break up to make up,she wake up, im out