This is a song about "I m a tank"

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

But they say we ain't big

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

I´m a legend, a bigger dick in a vanilla wrapper bitch.

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

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

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

"m sorry but m future life must be pleasant and ur no better than a peasant"

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Im eating m&ms tonight cause i got a sweet tooth that bites

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

But, shorty i'm far from a saint