This is a song about "529 savings account"

And my bank account look just like a phone card

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Just delete that old account, no one will be sad that you're gone.

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

I'll diss you all, make you delete your account,

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out

I'm talking first place, ten stacks in your account

Cause the account never empty, naw it stay full son

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Mike, you think i'll mike out/ but i got you bank account, what do you doubt/

Yo i freestyle and fuck you niggas ya’ll be wilding and i’m out

Took me mighty long to get here

Gon feast on a leg of freshly shot veal

Then i plough my girl, my dick deep in ribs

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence