This is a song about "Bank account low"

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

Cause the account never empty, naw it stay full son

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

My bank of america account got six figures

You stood me up and i understand

I just want 7 figures in my bank

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

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

Ride him all around, when he hits the ground

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

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Track 4.) break the bank (break the bank)

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

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

If that bitch don't like you, she gonna tell you how she feel

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