This is a song about "Benny banks"

On, thanksgiving we thankful, just for livin in helldamn homey, i don't mean to be harsh

You're boring like bugs bunny, insulting swin3 and benny just to get votes or props

And i ain't frontin for her

And on the banks of this river

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

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

But benny and 420 you need just to know that insulting me without being wrong,

And we still high assed outscreamin' 'thug till i die'before i passed outbut now that your gone

I get more from banks than aunt vivian

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror

Benny trip tryna fist her, like mister!

And we got benny, so we're ready with the deadliest form

Around here i am the g.o.a.t. like the capricorn