This is a song about "Smoke a weed rob the bank"

Put up and smoke that weed,

Last of a dying breed

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

In a convoy to the bank

We used to chill and find a place to smoke weed when the weather

Now we livin’ much better, nigga, pay whatever

Weed smoke, booze and violence

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Track 4.) break the bank (break the bank)

Miami nights, made a couple grand

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

I could rob a bank but you're so ugly you're not one i'd frame,

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

Celebrate the very day that she get past

22 dollars in my pocket, and a hundred in the bank

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and