This is a song about "Bank overvallen"

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

And my bank account look just like a phone card

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

22 dollars in my pocket, and a hundred in the bank

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Yelling "yo look at my money, i got stacks in the bank!"

Believe me i'mma be your god

Bank on that shit dawg i'm stroking my knob.

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

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

U lack the spice, black n' white like bank robbers be

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

Trying hard to speak and

In a convoy to the bank

Money in the bank gotta have

No one-half and i hate math