This is a song about "Tank"

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

And i wonderwhere will i be next year

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

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

And fleeing the sceneon rufus, my evil walrus, bitch

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

That we can't forget the past

U scared cause i got a big tank

So ima cashin on a half tank

I start to think it's all planned

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

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

Nigga there is a difference between bitches and real women

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

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

It take a shank and metal tank to harm me