This is a song about "Followers"

Demonic followers sitting in a circle of candles in every sessions

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Got followers and i'm not even a leader!

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

For leaders and followers to uparm their vision

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

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

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though