This is a song about "Rob the bank"

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Escaped through the kitchen bank, dipped it down the interstate

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

For things they would rob for, pickin' pockets in the projects,

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

So pass the weed, i'll rob the game up like butch cassidy,

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

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

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Taking money out the piggy bank

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Like the times my bank starts texting me