This is a song about "Tank"

So ima cashin on a half tank

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

It take a shank and metal tank to harm me

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

U scared cause i got a big tank

With such an ugly picture in it and

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

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

The only reason that i put up with this moody ass bitch

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

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

Bout to plan a 211, murder your partner he'll meet you in heaven

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