This is a song about "Big banks"

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

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

Of impactful things one can ask for

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

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

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

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

So drop the slam and lets get sick

And my dick is just that big!

Know it good when she go no hands

The river of death has brimmed his banks

Bad bitches onlygot a sign on my dick

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note