This is a song about "Feul tank"

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

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

I got a closet full of them thrift store tank tops, and you ain't even know it,

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

Cause in this tank, it's me and my bros rhyming for fun

For fear of what you show them, reality is golden

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

I'm banking a full tank, you're running on low gas

Made it out naija with nothing in the bank

So ima cashin on a half tank

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

We put a wreath on niggas' career

U scared cause i got a big tank

I'll get to em when i land

It take a shank and metal tank to harm me

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see