This is a song about "Bank skank"

This nigga a skank you need to know you're way below my ranks

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Bad bitches onlybig bank rolldo it like tony

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

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

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

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

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

Still i'm mackin i'm rackin up a fuckin bank vault too

Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you