This is a song about "Bank snb"

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

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

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

There's no connection, so they're not supporting you

Taking money out the piggy bank

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

My bank of america account got six figures

If you ever feel alone and

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Money in the bank gotta have

No one-half and i hate math

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,