This is a song about "Followers"

Kiss a dick and lick it little slick rick followers, swallow,

Everyday we party hard like there ain't no tomorrow

Got followers and i'm not even a leader!

I move the club like a poker dealer

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

I rather give you my last to see you live again

Demonic followers sitting in a circle of candles in every sessions

Emitted amidst uplifted insistent percent of inventive intentions

For leaders and followers to uparm their vision

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son