This is a song about "Tyra banks"

Decides everything, the wall street banks, no they're loving it,

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

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

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

Ay yo you wonder who i are

And on the banks of this river

And isaiah say one day your time will come

I get more from banks than aunt vivian

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

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans