This is a song about "Tank games"

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up 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,

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

Okay, okay, times up, no more fun and games

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

And no longing for dates

Fire reds and flu games

Rap games fable, gain fame i'm able.

Ha, that make it hard to be faithful

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

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

This is hunger games boi, and yous rue

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue