This is a song about "Followed"

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Snapped your back in half followed by decapitation hot as cajun

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Always followed surely after a quick view of disaster

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Followed by the depressive thoughts that pop into her head

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

Fuckin punk you aint a leader what nobody followed you

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

Its a damn shame you followed my out of the light

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

It deserves a middle finger, followed by a fool poster on your forehead.

People followed but still looked down on age,

That k o d a lil bit of change