This is a song about "Account"

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

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

Cause joeyy alexx hill got hella money in the bank account

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,

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

Cause the account never empty, naw it stay full son

Account the amount we are paid

She self made, i'm self made

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

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

Dough ain't nothing to joke about, she open up when that dough come out

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

After he just got out, 15 years to count