This is a song about "On my way to the bank"

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

Let's pretend he never dreamed how to break the bank,

Never gon' see the day that i ain't got the upper hand

On my way to see the heat game, forgot to ask the street name

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

Working my way to the top

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

And i ain't trying to land

In a convoy to the bank

Yelling "yo look at my money, i got stacks in the bank!"

Why we call them hoes bitchesand maybe this might help you understand

Let's pretend he never dreamed how to break the bank,

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last