This is a song about "Going to the bank"

Let's pretend he never dreamed how to break the bank,

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

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

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

My garage full of cars that bounce

What's going to happen to the eyebrows?

Ballin to the bank...u would think they put a net on it,

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

I'm comin' to break the bank so walk the plank whenever i lock the chrome

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Born a leader, avid mad-lib reader, you fill in the blank as i take what i rake in to the bank

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

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