This is a song about "Bank being closed"

Growin' up in poverty in ghettoes with the caskets closed,

I watched people i know pray and catch the holy ghost

Lay low youll make bank roll

This shit has got my soul

Is a space that now you hold

This time ill make sure the caskets closed

Im focused on a bigger bank

I just write that right by a mic stand

Need some money?break the bank

They could never understand

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

Like the times my bank starts texting me

Fighting with my weak hand

I got so much in the bank