This is a song about "Being a follower"

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Im one of the best rappers out there, your a follower and im a leader.

Visualizing being a college graduate,

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

She never ready to go so she forever come

Not a choice but shows being careless,

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

A childhood being suppressed,

Hold my tears i tried my best

Or was i just a desolate being

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

Reigns, of being a husband and a dad.

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

I believed in a higher being.

With a note there and im thinking of reading