This is a song about "Tank"

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

Or who f*ckin' on who, need a pap smear

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

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

U scared cause i got a big tank

You’re on neon lights in my bank

Cause i'll kill if i find out you're watching some other movies, bitch

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

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

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

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

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

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

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