This is a song about "Stocks bonds account savings"

Like soap when i put my clothes on, i’m joking but i be foamed out

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

They're damaged living lavish claiming they can handle savings but fail to prove

It's bedtime night night, im never phased i will have your style on the six o clock news

We rap for pink slips, loser deletes their account

Don't second guess it girl there ain't nothing to think about

Sounds like they got a thong on and got strong bonds with feminine activists

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

One day it'll rise like stocks and burn up fucking city blocks.

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

And if i wasn't high, i'd probably try to blow my brains out

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Hes a bellend in the nation, thats got a very poor bank account situation,cant afford to

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you