This is a song about "More followers"

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

You see i gotta go to war

Looking for something more,

And you ain't gotta go to war

Never have i wanted anything more

Ima go until my arm's sore

Your only lord/ lurking for more

Put me somewhere my 3rd eye all scared but i feel like its been open since

Demonic followers sitting in a circle of candles in every sessions

I shoulda gone out more

That's just the beginning of war

God give me one sentence more

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for