This is a song about "Carlton banks"

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

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

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

Fly as shit for no goddamn reason

I get more from banks than aunt vivian

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

The river of death has brimmed his banks

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

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit