This is a song about "Tank destroyer"

Unable to think clear

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

Odd future wolf gang like they're filmin' twilight in this bitch

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

And i ain't trying to land

U scared cause i got a big tank

Hypnotized the masses behind versace glasses

I'm abstrakt, destroyer of names and faces

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

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

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass