This is a song about "Bank snb"

But the plan is to show you that i understand

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

In a convoy to the bank

I can feel your heart beating fast

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

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

I be laughin' to the bank like the fuckin' money tickle

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Believe me i'mma be your god

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

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

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

And everything is purple

Getting bank and that is literal

For 5 grand, with intentions to expand

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,