This is a song about "Sasha banks"

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

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

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Im out here trying to fill up banks like uncle phil

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Like im a male nurse, check my purse, you know i got big banks,

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

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

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

The river of death has brimmed his banks

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

And on the banks of this river

She say i make her shiver