This is a song about "Robben banks"

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

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

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Would be pleasant if the banks didn't fuck my loans

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

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

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

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

Robben island imprisoned you

Cause when i make this stew

Fly as shit for no goddamn reason

I get more from banks than aunt vivian

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

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