This is a song about "Feul tank"

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

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

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

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

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

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

It take a shank and metal tank to harm me

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

The only reason why i put up with this stupid ass bitch

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

U scared cause i got a big tank