This is a song about "I make banks"

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

I make money high like jordan

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

I make love to the game

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

Decides everything, the wall street banks, no they're loving it,

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

Im out here trying to fill up banks like uncle phil

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans