This is a song about "Pussy in the bank"

Taking money out the piggy bank

Got racks you don’t understand

I just want 7 figures in my bank

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

22 dollars in my pocket, and a hundred in the bank

Like the times my bank starts texting me

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

I be laughin' to the bank like the fuckin' money tickle

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

Drowning in the pussy bitch i got fucking barrels

And all we lack is communication like service sucks