This is a song about "Swiss banks"

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

The river of death has brimmed his banks

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

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

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

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

Poke out from behind her

And on the banks of this river

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

I don’t be stressed like relaxed muscles

You heard banks was crackin skulls