This is a song about "Bank account"

Whatever it takes to live and stand

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

And my bank account look just like a phone card

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

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

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Rap giant, get your little locality smashed

Let's pretend he never dreamed how to break the bank,

I'm glad pushin' that envelope, it's mad open

Cause the account never empty, naw it stay full son

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

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

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

I just want 7 figures in my bank