This is a song about "The bank"

In a convoy to the bank

I'll get to em when i land

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

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

You could leave the bank without a damn trace

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

Pay all your shit so the bank don't foreclose it,

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

Escaped through the kitchen bank, dipped it down the interstate

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

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

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

Now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

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