This is a song about "Feul tank"

And i wonderwhere will i be next year

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

I start to think it's all planned

So ima cashin on a half tank

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

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

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

And fleeing the sceneon rufus, my evil walrus, bitch

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

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

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

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

U scared cause i got a big tank

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

And i don't need no center or guard to get him open