This is a song about "Feul tank"

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

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

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

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

And fleeing the sceneon rufus, my evil walrus, bitch

You think you're hip, you got that tank at abercrombie & fitch

U scared cause i got a big tank

Miami nights, made a couple grand

So ima cashin on a half tank

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

A couple of sprites but no beer

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

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

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

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