This is a song about "The bank"

Escaped through the kitchen bank, dipped it down the interstate

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

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

Never gon' see the day that i ain't got the upper hand

When i put ten in the bank and they take eight?

And i could see you coming home after work late

The concept is so absurd

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

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

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

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

Mommy all on me cause i'm touching her belly

But the plan is to show you that i understand

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

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Like soap when i put my clothes on, i’m joking but i be foamed out