This is a song about "Lloyad banks"

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

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

I get more from banks than aunt vivian

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

Im out here trying to fill up banks like uncle phil

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

We race foreign cars, custom models

You heard banks was crackin skulls

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

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

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

If we gonna last more, i gotta ask for more

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore