This is a song about "Lloyad banks"

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

I get more from banks than aunt vivian

And on the banks of this river

And then along came the wrong man for her

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

We getting money, you can face the facts

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

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

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

Im out here trying to fill up banks like uncle phil

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

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

I got the whole damn world on this shoe shit, true shit

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