This is a song about "Big banks"

If we ain't right and always at the throats

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

Big hopes, big dreams, and he stands spitting these fucked up things,

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Fly as shit for no goddamn reason

I get more from banks than aunt vivian

As she goes through the levels

You heard banks was crackin skulls

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Big bows,screaming fan ,big shows.pretty like a crown,can nothing put

Big tits and a big ass

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

I be on my dark liquor

And on the banks of this river