This is a song about "Tank"

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

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

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

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

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

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

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Got racks you don’t understand

So ima cashin on a half tank

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

Ambitious girl, your drive, drives me crazy

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

And never should you tear