This is a song about "Big ol tank"

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

Set the house up like toast,with a tank of gasoline

Guess that means you can never be mine

We're gonna have a good ol' time.

Ol' fiction ass nigga,

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Big tits and a big ass

So chase the air hide your stash

I'll get to em when i land

So ima cashin on a half tank

Leaving you the same ol’ digit.

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

But at the same time i pull out an m1 abrams tank, see?

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money