This is a song about "Account"

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

High on loud when i be ridin' out

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

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

She would throw a pout how i'm showing out

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

Cause the account never empty, naw it stay full son

Fresh-ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open

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

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

Get out the waykeisha now coming throughaye shawty what it dolet’s talk about me and you

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

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

Diamonds blind the lens and camera men on the stakeout

2 shades from the color graymy kick game so unreal

My account hacked, bullied, wrists that still bleed, yet i'm still here.