This is a song about "Mrs tank"

They still think im delusional, sick and mrs sheesh cant heal me

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Make something out of nothing. nigga, i macgyver that bitch

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

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

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

So ima cashin on a half tank

And i can write a hook fast

Or any type of suitable living condition listen

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

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

You got bitches? think you wishes cuz i'm seeing glitches of mrs