This is a song about "Tank hull"

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

Fresh-ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open

So ima cashin on a half tank

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

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

Y'all all passe, stuck up on last year

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

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

Just before they seen my money in the green

Saying they this and that

Hole in the hull, busted ship