This is a song about "Bank being closed"

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

This time ill make sure the caskets closed

Rolling blunts with my eyes closed

And my regime includes east coast

Now i rock shows, kill beats with my eyes closed

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

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

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Better be closed casket,

That real life shit

Like the times my bank starts texting me

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Whatever it takes to live and stand

In a convoy to the bank

Taking money out the piggy bank

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last