This is a song about "The bank"

I'm coming here for business from you rappers, comin' to break the bank,

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

The walls i couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank

Money's on my mind, i think about just how i'll break the bank,

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

The concept is so absurd

Cause joeyy alexx hill got hella money in the bank account

We on another level, i'm bout to pull that porsche out

Escaped through the kitchen bank, dipped it down the interstate

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

Forgetting numbers on my checks but the bank just lets me

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

U lack the spice, black n' white like bank robbers be

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount