This is a song about "Lloyd banks"

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

This is oh so much like getting votes

I get more from banks than aunt vivian

Lighting reef up like it’s the holiday season

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

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

You heard banks was crackin skulls

We race foreign cars, custom models

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

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

And on the banks of this river

I made a promise to the mirror

Im out here trying to fill up banks like uncle phil

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill