This is a song about "Sasha banks"

The river of death has brimmed his banks

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

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

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

I get more from banks than aunt vivian

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

And slid back north of course to pen more

You heard banks was crackin skulls

I don’t be stressed like relaxed muscles

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

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