This is a song about "Bank"

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

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

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

My bank of america account got six figures

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

While i'm making history

Like the times my bank starts texting me

We don't speak to informants, they just look for a way out

Cause joeyy alexx hill got hella money in the bank account

I just write that right by a mic stand

I got so much in the bank

I just want 7 figures in my bank

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band