This is a song about "Tank top"

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

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

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

Ok, bitch you outta your top.

Block the pass, we on top/

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

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

Benign and malice keep me clean up top

Fuck that job been around that block

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

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

So ima cashin on a half tank

They could never understand