This is a song about "Bowser toad kiana and mario robbing banks"

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

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

But c-can't look up in that mirror

And on the banks of this river

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Messing with 6 mario rappers on mushrooms

Mario was a plumber

You can bring your crew motherfucker

Your mind likes, robbing you of the spotlight

Can't wait 'til a cop ain't actin' right

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

I said i'm hurting her

More fire than bowser