This is a song about "5 friends rob the bank"

Like the times my bank starts texting me

We got money to go get baby

If they find that stash box just one time

Rob you on the street with the nine

For things they would rob for, pickin' pockets in the projects,

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

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

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

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

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

The man just laughs and says "there was no rob"

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Rob a bank, i'd drive for my motherfuckin' nigga