This is a song about "Feul tank"

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

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

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

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

You’re on neon lights in my bank

U scared cause i got a big tank

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

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

Do not attempt to interfere

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

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

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

It take a shank and metal tank to harm me

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Celebrate the very day that she get past

So ima cashin on a half tank