This is a song about "Lloyd banks"

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

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

I get more from banks than aunt vivian

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

The river of death has brimmed his banks

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

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

I master vandalism and my louie v's sprouse shit

You heard banks was crackin skulls

We race foreign cars, custom models

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

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