This is a song about "Stacking banks"

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

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

Giving aids and hiv to baby mamas, stacking riches,

Now momma told me be careful who you love

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

The river of death has brimmed his banks

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

You heard banks was crackin skulls

As she goes through the levels

One hand on the trigger stacking bodies in a heap,

Baby father bullshittin', you two don't even speak

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

Most of america is not middle class or stacking the green,