This is a song about "Lloyd banks"

And there's little to be glad for

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

The river of death has brimmed his banks

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

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

This is oh so much like getting votes

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

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

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

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

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