This is a song about "I am a tank"

Like i am a weevil.

The root of all evil

People say i am a tinker bell

I was at the xxl just trying to excel

I am proclaiming a change see

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

It's all i am is a mean emcee

Hopin' that my niggas see

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

And i'm still hurtin over pops

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

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

And first off, i ain't trying to be conscious

Yes i am creating a place for us