This is a song about "Banks"

I thought i recognized her

And on the banks of this river

I got sexy ladies all over the floor

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

As she goes through the levels

You heard banks was crackin skulls

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

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

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

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

Would be pleasant if the banks didn't fuck my loans

The river of death has brimmed his banks

I'm on the stage, you in the stands