This is a song about "Steal bank"

For real my fists are made of steal

Quietly becoming a top tier

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Steal from the rich, snake oil to deceive

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

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

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

They could never understand

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

That’s rock bottom, when you want something bad enough you’ll steal,

Ohh baby i love the way you make a nigga feel

Yellow diamonds in my ear

Her box what i wanted to steal

Bad bitches onlybig bank rolldo it like tony

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see