This is a song about "Gentalmens hp banks"

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Im out here trying to fill up banks like uncle phil

And on the banks of this river

You is not hip then i can not coach her

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

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

Always tryna holla like a hp i shut em down

Untouchable soundniggas hide like hoes when we hit your town

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

As she goes through the levels

You heard banks was crackin skulls

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/