This is a song about "Big ol tank"

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

We're gonna have a good ol' time.

To get a pair, niggas killed him right in front the mall

Asking the same ol question, why are we all

The ol' mc's used to be thugs and niggas, who knew what life was all about//

Dough ain't nothing to joke about, she open up when that dough come out

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

Big ol bitch cant take the bad news

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

If they startcuz it's all about survival

Would be sin-bad if every lie was a water filled fish tank

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

It take a shank and metal tank to harm me