This is a song about "Best friends robbing banks"

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

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

Yeah my friends aren't the best influences, but they provide me the most

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

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

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

So robbing for objects of opulence ain't worth the consequence,

Um, life is a water park, could be fun

Phone company's robbing you with collusion

Selling weed by the trees if your friends with the enemy than ya best be leaving

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you

Best friends in hospital i dont know what to do,go to some bitches house and just screw,