This is a song about "Sasha banks"

Im out here trying to fill up banks like uncle phil

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

We race foreign cars, custom models

You heard banks was crackin skulls

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

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

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

This is oh so much like getting votes

We getting money, you can face the facts

The river of death has brimmed his banks

I get more from banks than aunt vivian

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from