This is a song about "Swiss banks"

Our girls is the models

You heard banks was crackin skulls

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

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

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

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

And on the banks of this river

I couldn't get any bigger

We getting money, you can face the facts

The river of death has brimmed his banks

"get on your knees bitch please i'll make you into swiss cheese"

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

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

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands