This is a song about "Banks"

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

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

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

The river of death has brimmed his banks

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

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

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

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

As she goes through the levels

You heard banks was crackin skulls

Im out here trying to fill up banks like uncle phil

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill