This is a song about "Bank"

Rap giant, get your little locality smashed

I just want 7 figures in my bank

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

His wifey fuck with me and really he don't understand

In a convoy to the bank

Fighting with my weak hand

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

Just hustling you understand

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,

Cause you're the star, everybody looking at you

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

Lay low youll make bank roll

It's apart of her goal

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

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