This is a song about "Tank games"

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

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

And never should you tear

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

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

It take a shank and metal tank to harm me

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Must be a hellspawn to play these mind games,

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

U scared cause i got a big tank

Got racks you don’t understand

I like my friends imaginary with no names

But i’m tryna address issues, i ain’t playing games,

Never gon' see the day that i ain't got the upper hand

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