This is a song about "Tank on you"

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

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

I know you think you on

New message from mom

And if people hating on you

Wolf gang, triple six crew

I had you motherfuckers eating salad like a fat bitch

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

Angle these beats like a pentagon

You already know what i been on

You see me on the freeway

What you want me to say

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

So ima cashin on a half tank

The shoulder, for you to cry on

When you took my hand up so calm