This is a song about "Tank hull"

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

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

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

It take a shank and metal tank to harm me

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

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

Do not attempt to interfere

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

So ima cashin on a half tank

I start to think it's all planned

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

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