This is a song about "Mrs tank"

U scared cause i got a big tank

Fighting with my weak hand

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

Me and my affiliates the hottest in the city bitch

So ima cashin on a half tank

For 5 grand, with intentions to expand

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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

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

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

Which made me have to wait like leap year

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

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

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

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