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

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Ll me but i'm still me, now you know the real me.

Of people that would love him and follow him. do what he says.

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

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

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

He stuck to music said follow where ever it takes em

I' ll call you jeremy shocky, you might catch a body

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

But follow me if you see

Talk shit you ll get an axe to your cheek walk quick

Make room for the groom married to his music