This is a song about "Follow back"

Gotta follow your own vision

I wonder why we take from our women

Never one to follow along

Cause they fear me in physical form

And my fucking strategy, is to kill all those who raps are plain stupidity, you lack

No king just someone that can influence others to follow gracefully/ and i got lust in the back/

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

The instant anybody disses eleven fierce rhyme missiles follow

But i had no choice but to follow

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

And don’t answer back, this is hard shit to follow
and you can’t spit

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Trying to follow dreams of glitz

Spending all this paper like i fucking hit the lotto

Ain’t nobody here leading, it’s way too easy to follow