This is a song about "Banks"

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

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

Im out here trying to fill up banks like uncle phil

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

I get more from banks than aunt vivian

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

The river of death has brimmed his banks

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

As she goes through the levels

You heard banks was crackin skulls

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

We getting money, you can face the facts