This is a song about "Feul tank"

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

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

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

And i ain't trying to land

U scared cause i got a big tank

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

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

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

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

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

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

We don't need y'all, the fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

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