This is a song about "Bank"

Let's put it on cruise control

Lay low youll make bank roll

Cause i got the burner in the hand

In a convoy to the bank

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

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

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

But i overshine ain't no niggas over sean

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

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

So now i show you off to the block no fronting

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

Im focused on a bigger bank

They could never understand