This is a song about "Robben banks"

Or closed casket for our troubles

You heard banks was crackin skulls

Im out here trying to fill up banks like uncle phil

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

Banks fail and get billion-dollar bail-outs, it's sad to call it,

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

Like im a male nurse, check my purse, you know i got big banks,

Raised by a momma who, who

Robben island imprisoned you

Just to let you know, you are

And on the banks of this river

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

I get more from banks than aunt vivian

My talent should take me places i've never been