This is a song about "Banks"

I get more from banks than aunt vivian

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

And on the banks of this river

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

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

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

Im out here trying to fill up banks like uncle phil

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

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

You heard banks was crackin skulls

I don’t be stressed like relaxed muscles