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

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

Taking money out the piggy bank

And all women who had light features, see

Like the times my bank starts texting me

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

They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed

That we can't forget the past

I got so much in the bank

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

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

But my plan is to show you that i understand

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

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

I'm laughin' to the bank my girl's halle berry