This is a song about "Tyra banks"

The river of death has brimmed his banks

Know it good when she go no hands

I get more from banks than aunt vivian

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

And on the banks of this river

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Would be pleasant if the banks didn't fuck my loans

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Banks fail and get billion-dollar bail-outs, it's sad to call it,

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

Like im a male nurse, check my purse, you know i got big banks,