This is a song about "Follow"

The man who made me follow things through.

Wanna know what i been through, what you into

Follow us, dont be retards

Finish line with the tire marks

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

But i had no choice but to follow

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

My heart kept saying that it’s her that i should follow

You know i be teasing, though

Now them broads gon' follow

Follow good women in hollywood's tenants

Together all the timethought it was true love

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

Never one to follow along

In the jungle, i planned on the keeper

Niggas so jealous that they follow the leader