This is a song about "Tank"

It take a shank and metal tank to harm me

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

Everybody watching while you touching real money

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

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

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

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

We don't need y'all, the fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass

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

We put a wreath on niggas' career

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

So ima cashin on a half tank

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

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

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen