This is a song about "Swiss banks"

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

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

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

I swear my peoples keep a strapped like pinky in the movies

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

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

The river of death has brimmed his banks

If we ain't right and always at the throats

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

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

Hey 'mac... "a swiss cheese is a gunner, i'll show why..."