This is a song about "He ll follow you home"

You ll still be a prize winner

Little white boy, shoutout mac miller

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

He came home so pissed and he doesn't know why

At lunch i'll follow, you feel my breath

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

I''ll serve you like a waiter even if we go paperless

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Shit ain’t better alone

They're telling you too go home

Long before i knew the significance of a comb

Dre say how he feel, but left the feeling at home.