This is a song about "Banks and tractors"

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

Run them over with tractors i'll gun your shoulder

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

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

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

And remember what i said and

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Never will i surrender

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

Social conditioning and

She can only live for the moment