This is a song about "Lloyd banks"

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

I get more from banks than aunt vivian

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

That fire flow the finest women i adore

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

And i don't blame you, cause game gets swang like it ain't shit

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

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

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

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

The river of death has brimmed his banks

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

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

You heard banks was crackin skulls

I don’t be stressed like relaxed muscles