This is a song about "Followers"

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

I came through with diseased semen on my pen

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Got followers and i'm not even a leader!

Emitted amidst uplifted insistent percent of inventive intentions

Demonic followers sitting in a circle of candles in every sessions

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

For leaders and followers to uparm their vision

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

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