This is a song about "Banks"

You heard banks was crackin skulls

I don’t be stressed like relaxed muscles

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

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Im out here trying to fill up banks like uncle phil

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

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

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

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

This is oh so much like getting votes