This is a song about "To da bank"

I'm comin' to break the bank so walk the plank whenever i lock the chrome

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

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

And we don't know no right from wrong

Da inspiration to make dis song.

Rhyming ma feeling from a to da z now am free

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those