This is a song about "Banks"

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

I get more from banks than aunt vivian

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Banks fail and get billion-dollar bail-outs, it's sad to call it,

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

Like im a male nurse, check my purse, you know i got big banks,

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

Decides everything, the wall street banks, no they're loving it,

You heard banks was crackin skulls

I don’t be stressed like relaxed muscles

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans