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

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

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

So pass the weed, i'll rob the game up like butch cassidy,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

You know that love is a very serious thing

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

Well, the club bout to hear this song

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

I’m coming back like light-skin and

In a convoy to the bank

Need some money?break the bank

And i can write a hook fast

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

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

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

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