This is a song about "Lloyad banks"

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

Like im a male nurse, check my purse, you know i got big banks,

Or closed casket for our troubles

You heard banks was crackin skulls

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

And there's little to be glad for

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

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

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/