This is a song about "Banks"

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

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

Or closed casket for our troubles

You heard banks was crackin skulls

I get more from banks than aunt vivian

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

And on the banks of this river

Took the van, went snatch her

The river of death has brimmed his banks

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

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

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