This is a song about "To da bank"

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

To raw i make da beat die

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

Rhyming ma feeling from a to da z now am free

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Ur da shit when it comes to da lyrics spit guess whos back to the track

I'm da vinci to this art, stepping on of top charts

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

I be laughin' to the bank like the fuckin' money tickle

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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

Fuck a mayback, i pull da back seats to da rolls.

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes