This is a song about "Robbing a bank"

I just want 7 figures in my bank

Celebrate the very day that i get past

Parallel on the other side

Your mind likes, robbing you of the spotlight

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

Im robbing you of your flow like you was working as a clerk

Whatever it takes to live and stand

In a convoy to the bank

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

You could leave the bank without a damn trace

Still i'm mackin i'm rackin up a fuckin bank vault too

For a brick or two, really put an end to you

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

So i got you this present, go in my bank and take a million,

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Im focused on a bigger bank