This is a song about "Account"

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

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

In a room full of goons, i'm such a fucking stand out

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

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

I've got nothin' to worry about

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

Pay a whole semester in a motherfucking song

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

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

Cause the account never empty, naw it stay full son

Despite living with more attention than light skinned, women

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

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

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.