This is a song about "Bank account"

My bank of america account got six figures

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Account the amount we are paid

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

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

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

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

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

For 5 grand, with intentions to expand

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

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

You know i'm tryna kill that shit, make sure that urn is out