This is a song about "Lloyd banks"

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

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

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

Im out here trying to fill up banks like uncle phil

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

This is oh so much like getting votes

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

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

You heard banks was crackin skulls

I don’t be stressed like relaxed muscles

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

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

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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