This is a song about "Carlton banks"

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

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

As she goes through the levels

You heard banks was crackin skulls

The river of death has brimmed his banks

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

I get more from banks than aunt vivian

Nigeria inspired the talk drum

And on the banks of this river

See, i like the person that you are