This is a song about "Tank rop"

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

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

A lot of people called it last year

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

So ima cashin on a half tank

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

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

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

And fleeing the sceneon rufus, my evil walrus, bitch

U scared cause i got a big tank

I start to think it's all planned

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

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