This is a song about "Robben banks"

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

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

Or closed casket for our troubles

You heard banks was crackin skulls

The river of death has brimmed his banks

We getting money, you can face the facts

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

Of impactful things one can ask for

I'm gettin discouraged with her

And on the banks of this river

Robben island imprisoned you

Raised by a momma who, who

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

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes