This is a song about "Ellie kendal"

And my bank account look just like a phone card

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

Bank on that shit dawg i'm stroking my knob.

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Taking money out the piggy bank

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Don't need to make bank and flaunt around a gold necklace...

Next thing you know i was runnin' the south

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

I'm on the british south east coast mate

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

My bank of america account got six figures