This is a song about "Feul tank"

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

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

Y'all all passe, stuck up on last year

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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

U scared cause i got a big tank

Got racks you don’t understand

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,

It take a shank and metal tank to harm me

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen