This is a song about "Following yo dreams"

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Following god, i’m stressed, i feel like i’m a lone soldier,

With out you following me in the car

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Receive a cult following my own empire

You're not following me,

Hey, must be the money

A keen fiend with obscene dreams

Can barely walk the city streets

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

Keep on following, i know the perfect place

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

Following footprints with a magnifying glass

Following her in every street hopen we could meet

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep