This is a song about "Lloyad banks"

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

The river of death has brimmed his banks

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Banks fail and get billion-dollar bail-outs, it's sad to call it,

As she goes through the levels

You heard banks was crackin skulls

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Im out here trying to fill up banks like uncle phil

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Would be pleasant if the banks didn't fuck my loans

Nigeria inspired the talk drum

I get more from banks than aunt vivian