This is a song about "Matthew banks"

The river of death has brimmed his banks

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

And on the banks of this river

I said i'm hurting her

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

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

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

Im out here trying to fill up banks like uncle phil

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

I get more from banks than aunt vivian

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

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