This is a song about "Robben banks"

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Robben island imprisoned you

Swear i'm trying to get through

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

Im out here trying to fill up banks like uncle phil

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

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

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

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

The river of death has brimmed his banks

We getting money, you can face the facts

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore