This is a song about "Bank"

They could never understand

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

Lay low youll make bank roll

It's apart of her goal

22 dollars in my pocket, and a hundred in the bank

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

Getting bank and that is literal

Aren't you somethin', an original

Im focused on a bigger bank

And i ain't trying to land

In a convoy to the bank

Trying hard to speak and

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

U lack the spice, black n' white like bank robbers be