This is a song about "Bank"

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

But now it's back to the lab 45 messages right after you land

Yelling "yo look at my money, i got stacks in the bank!"

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Bad bitches onlybig bank rolldo it like tony

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

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

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

That scary love, never get married love