This is a song about "Going to the bank"

Hes a bellend in the nation, thats got a very poor bank account situation,cant afford to

Get out the waykeisha now coming throughaye shawty what it dolet’s talk about me and you

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

I got so much in the bank

You see now that nigga lonely

Like the times my bank starts texting me

My garage full of cars that bounce

What's going to happen to the eyebrows?

In a convoy to the bank

Enforce, i'm elegant and

So now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind

I give up my light like an interracial couple wit a child

Taking money out the piggy bank

You stood me up and i understand