This is a song about "500 followers"

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

With 500 characters i can take you higher than if you smoked an eighth

I rather give you my last to see you live again

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

Kiss a dick and lick it little slick rick followers, swallow,

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

But i got 500 friends mom i really do

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

For leaders and followers to uparm their vision

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

Demonic followers sitting in a circle of candles in every sessions

Say trill again ill overdose on vicodin to escape you're presence

500 miles push on the disc brake

All dem niggas gonna hate