This is a song about "Zach the banker"

Where the fuck the chorus

I think found where your mind was

No need to fight back, we have zach/

Luxury life, results living bad

From the gutter to the roof

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Saw the bombs on the news

I bring the heat like the

You made me wanna