This is a song about "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

That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long

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

And tell me why would we just think about

We rap for pink slips, loser deletes their account

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

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

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

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

I refuse to be another being on this earth

My bank of america account got six figures

Account the amount we are paid

J. cole runnin' late

And my bank account look just like a phone card

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard