This is a song about "Feul tank"

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

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

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

It take a shank and metal tank to harm me

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

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

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

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

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

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

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

U scared cause i got a big tank

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

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

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty