This is a song about "Zero in the bank"

Money in the bank gotta have

Blow some fucking hash and laugh

22 dollars in my pocket, and a hundred in the bank

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Or school and the zero shits i'm giving,

Put your hands in the air, bank clerk... work!!!

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

With the temp near zero, frozen down to bone

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

I just want 7 figures in my bank

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Like the times my bank starts texting me

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city