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

Money's on my mind, i think about just how i'll break the bank,

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

On my way to the top with theory,

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

Racing down rainbow road, on my way to the final four

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Im on my way to britain

But i think i like that, just maybe

Like the times my bank starts texting me

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

The motherfucking cherry on top, my response to the way you hurt the one's i love/

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

So now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

So now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind