This is a song about "The bank"

Need some money?break the bank

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

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

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

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

No time for the chick who fucked the whole mankind

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Like the times my bank starts texting me

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

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

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

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

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

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring