This is a song about "Uwp managed account trading block platform for pim portfolio managers"

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Spanglish, taylor, jamie, my ranking and yugioh trading cards

Call me a product of my own damn hood

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

It’s hip-hop, not pop

So stay fuck about my block.

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

I'm that nigga on the block

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Not into diamonds i'm shining just to get geechied out

Hot bars to enter train me, and a platform to express me

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

Now i'm trapped in a life that you managed to destroy,

But not the numbers i makeload up that wild boy

I'm talking first place, ten stacks in your account

I've got nothin' to worry about