This is a song about "Groupies"

And these groupies hopin i show face,

But i know i see better days

And their bandwagon groupies, they jump in the saddle,

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away

Ill be doing shows, groupies tryna chant but i don't fuck wit clones they

I'm smoothly rolling doobies with groupies in a jacuzzi

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

The groups of groupies looped in the hoops of the music business,