This is a song about "Bank being closed"

Ambition is a way of life

Eyes closed, drinking whiskey, let the car drive

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

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

We're loading up the tecs, getting vexed, keep the streets closed,

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Best stay away when the door closed

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

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

In a convoy to the bank

Whatever it takes to live and stand

You stood me up and i understand

I got so much in the bank

We won't expose the truth if the motherfuckin' casket's closed,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold