This is a song about "Getting bank"

Like the times my bank starts texting me

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

50m's in the bank, i get me 200, i'm gone

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

You know i'm tryna kill that shit, make sure that urn is out

Cause joeyy alexx hill got hella money in the bank account

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

I just want 7 figures in my bank

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Bank on that shit dawg i'm stroking my knob.

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard