This is a song about "Lloyad banks"

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

The river of death has brimmed his 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 there's little to be glad for

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

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

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

Im out here trying to fill up banks like uncle phil

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

I get more from banks than aunt vivian

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun