This is a song about "Hold the crowd"

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Raps so hot got the whole crowd burnin'

Me, the one kid in the crowd,

Cause i fuck all her brains out

Half a mill "rap-touring," jarrett jack boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

I don't know what you heard about

So sit down, shut up and follow the crowd

The curtains have opened whilst the crowd is shouting out

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

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Concentrate hum a sound, start to overcome the crowd,

And i be countin' money till i pass out

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Just another face in the crowd.