This is a song about "Tank"

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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

Nigga there is a difference between bitches and real women

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

So ima cashin on a half tank

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

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

Bought a brand new car for my after party

It take a shank and metal tank to harm me

Here's your nigga, come hear this year

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear