This is a song about "Gauging tank"

U scared cause i got a big tank

Cause i got the burner in the hand

The vision is quite clear

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

It take a shank and metal tank to harm me

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

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

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

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

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

You have highlights about your life, i have lights 'bout my high life bitch

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

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

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