This is a song about "Bank rabbits grilled cheese"

And the 9th is on the track bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Taking money out the piggy bank

Cause i got the burner in the hand

I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank

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

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

Only globular / overseas cos they've got cheese

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Cause i’m balling, bitch

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

And tricks will pull stunts on you out their hats like jack rabbits,

Im focused on a bigger bank

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

I'm just a newbie loosely pullin' lyrics like rabbits in a hat

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that