This is a song about "Working at amarillo national bank"

Yelling "yo look at my money, i got stacks in the bank!"

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

We're working nine-to-five at different jobs, around the clock,

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

Two white cups and i got that drank

Im focused on a bigger bank

I do the right thing

Aye, is this mic working?

So i'll probably end up working at mcdonalds, spittin' this rage,

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

My lyrics are mistaken for national security bomb threats,

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense