This is a song about "Getting bank"

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

22 dollars in my pocket, and a hundred in the bank

Taking money out the piggy bank

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Im from the side where silly niggas hate or they like you

Still i'm mackin i'm rackin up a fuckin bank vault too

I be laughin' to the bank like the fuckin' money tickle

I am such a renegade, but try to be professional

At the bank of braavos is where i'm hunting funding

Blowing money fast looking like i'm saving nothing

That we can't forget the past

I got so much in the bank

Yelling "yo look at my money, i got stacks in the bank!"

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

U lack the spice, black n' white like bank robbers be

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy