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,

You’re on neon lights in my bank

So ima cashin on a half tank

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

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

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

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

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

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

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

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

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

And never should you tear

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear