This is a song about "Frank the tank"

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

Frank miller end page with estranged shanked liquor but still he

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

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

I would ask who's frank she would say one of my new crew mates with a new face

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Unify them, mob through, take over and

So ima cashin on a half tank

Thug for life nigga

I bring the heat like the

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

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

But now to me frank honestly

But make sure if they do see