This is a song about "Instagram followers"

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

Reality expressed like a touch of instagram

For leaders and followers to uparm their vision

I'll be game relatedgot me strivin' for a million

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

Some are summaries of vivid pics, something like instagram

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

I probably body you on instagram banging and bluffing

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

Demonic followers sitting in a circle of candles in every sessions

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

Some are summaries of vivid pics, something like instagram