This is a song about "Robben banks"

I get more from banks than aunt vivian

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

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

You heard banks was crackin skulls

Shout out my nigga miles

Im out here trying to fill up banks like uncle phil

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

And on the banks of this river

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

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

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

Never been to the moon this reefer will help you visit