This is a song about "Bank"

And what’s worse is before this, i had worshiped you

Still i'm mackin i'm rackin up a fuckin bank vault too

I be laughin' to the bank like the fuckin' money tickle

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass

Money in the bank gotta have

Haven't seen the world in so long

50m's in the bank, i get me 200, i'm gone

I understand i'm back by popular demand

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

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

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

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

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