This is a song about "Rob the bank five friends"

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

Im in my fort house stuntin like henry the five/

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Track 4.) break the bank (break the bank)

Rob you on the street with the nine

And just in time your head is mine

Still strong like coffee at the five a.m.

I put that shit on my man

The man just laughs and says "there was no rob"

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

And constant doin' stick-ups, flip up, friends would rob grocery stores,

I got so much in the bank

Cause i got the burner in the hand