This is a song about "Broken bank"

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Bad bitches onlybig bank rolldo it like tony

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Lay low youll make bank roll

It's apart of her goal

Reopened my notion of knowing im broken

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

My bank of america account got six figures

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

My knee was cut open, heart was broken.

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Are grieving and broken

But where i'm from

And all women who had light features, see

Bad bitches onlybig bank rolldo it like tony