This is a song about "Account"

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Cause the account never empty, naw it stay full son

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Got a stack of ones and a a lack of funds in an account, you ain't even know it,

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

Then get out your seat and jump around

Kids will black outsome cracked out hit the pen max outcome home and blow a back out

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

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

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

Naming his account eminem, putting a photo of shady

Trying to stay above water, that's why we shun the navy

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

And if i wasn't high, i'd probably try to blow my brains out

Okay lets have a look at your account and see what it's all about: