This is a song about "Almost to 1k followers"

Don't even try to cry your way out of this, you're almost home,

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Swisher almost gone, hold on

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Nobody has brains to believe, it's almost like a curse

To the jurrasic, in fact the nack's almost automatic

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

For leaders and followers to uparm their vision

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen