This is a song about "Bank"

I'm a form a petition, someone gotta be listening

At the bank of braavos is where i'm hunting funding

I am such a renegade, but try to be professional

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

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Bad bitches onlybig bank rolldo it like tony

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

I got so much in the bank

And my bank account look just like a phone card

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

Let's pretend he never dreamed how to break the bank,

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

You always was a black queen, mamai finally understand