This is a song about "Bank"

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

Cause joeyy alexx hill got hella money in the bank account

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

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

In a convoy to the bank

Trying hard to speak and

Fighting with my weak hand

I got so much in the bank

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

Must be something you want me to see

And my bank account look just like a phone card

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you

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

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

But my plan is to show you that i understand