This is a song about "Bank accounts"

Im focused on a bigger bank

Twist me up, let me crank

They could never understand

In a convoy to the bank

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

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

Several bank accounts i'm grinding like them metal gears

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Yo i freestyle and fuck you niggas ya’ll be wilding and i’m out

Cause joeyy alexx hill got hella money in the bank account

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Don't need to make bank and flaunt around a gold necklace...

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

The walls i couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank