This is a song about "The bank"

With such an ugly picture in it and

Let's pretend he never dreamed how to break the bank,

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

At the bank of braavos is where i'm hunting funding

Why we call them hoes bitchesand maybe this might help you understand

Yelling "yo look at my money, i got stacks in the bank!"

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

I'm laughin' to the bank my girl's halle berry

And bijies like im out and

In a convoy to the bank

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

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

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

I'll take her home and do her like homework

Put your hands in the air, bank clerk... work!!!