This is a song about "Robben banks"

And on the banks of this river

Ya'll wife and white knight her

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

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

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Decides everything, the wall street banks, no they're loving it,

The river of death has brimmed his banks

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

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

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

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Im out here trying to fill up banks like uncle phil

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still