This is a song about "Matthew banks"

And the last one, he's in the mirror

And on the banks of this river

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

If we gonna last more, i gotta ask for more

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

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

I get more from banks than aunt vivian

Grown men never should bite their tongue

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

Im out here trying to fill up banks like uncle phil

You heard banks was crackin skulls

I don’t be stressed like relaxed muscles

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