This is a song about "Account"

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

Pay a whole semester in a motherfucking song

She would throw a pout how i'm showing out

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

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

Hes a bellend in the nation, thats got a very poor bank account situation,cant afford to

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound

Discount on account of the comfort, it's no wonder my momma was proud

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

Am i crazy? maybe, but fucked up is how i been lately

Naming his account eminem, putting a photo of shady

Cause joeyy alexx hill got hella money in the bank account

No disrespect, you can't respect yourself then just get out

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

Here's my account, son, of why i rap so good,