This is a song about "Just another fan in the crowd"

Me, the one kid in the crowd,

The sun's always out

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

Fucking die, you just couldn't be a man now your my least favorite fan,

Don't even know the rules but yet y'all tryin' to play the game

He was just another kid down the drain, drowning the pain in cocaine.

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

You just another tool in the tool box

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

It's just another story at the campfire

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Someone's missing out in the crowd, momma's out there shouting i made it, yelling so proud

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

Fading into the fog just another name in the log of the city registrar

She say all men treat her wrong way

Its just another day in may