This is a song about "Tank on you"

Niggas that guided me through

And if people hating on you

Life's riding on mayo, fatty kid you stay on,

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

Here's your nigga, come hear this year

You on the table for operation

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

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

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

When you took my hand up so calm

You already know what i been on

You would bet on malcolm sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

I got you on watch i put you on notice

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was