This is a song about "Tank hull"

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

The vision is quite clear

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

It take a shank and metal tank to harm me

Hole in the hull, busted ship

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

U scared cause i got a big tank

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

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

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

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

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

And i don't need no center or guard to get him open

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