This is a song about "Feul tank"

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

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

U scared cause i got a big tank

I just write that right by a mic stand

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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

So ima cashin on a half tank

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

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

You have highlights about your life, i have lights 'bout my high life bitch

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

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

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

Haters beware, i can see clear