This is a song about "529 savings account"

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

Like soap when i put my clothes on, i’m joking but i be foamed out

I've got nothin' to worry about

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

And delete your rappad account, and i'll set u free to play and run aghit i'm done

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Out of this 3rd rock, nigga air it out

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

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

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

You mistreated how magic is supposed to be used instead of savings

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

Seen a show with marvin gaye last night, it had me shook

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

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route