This is a song about "Rope bank"

For 5 grand, with intentions to expand

I just want 7 figures in my bank

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

Show the world everyone's hidden noose tied rope

Money in the bank gotta have

So chase the air hide your stash

Got racks you don’t understand

In a convoy to the bank

Taking money out the piggy bank

You stood me up and i understand

Hoping that mama would sympathize cause she broke

Im the lyrical hangman this post the rope

Smack ya with staggered ladder, faggot, attach ya to a rope

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

But i climbed back up that rope.

I fucking hate this job