This is a song about "Bank squad"

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

I pray to god and stay in squad, playing hard, blazing skies,

I just want 7 figures in my bank

I can feel your heart beating fast

The squad with us, no troop

Pockets probably like fried food

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Money in the bank gotta have

845 brick squad on the track/

I don't want it on my back

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

Track 4.) break the bank (break the bank)