This is a song about "Tank tops"

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

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

And he aint even cum, she just started licking tops

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

I only fuck bitches who bust out of tube tops

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

We put a wreath on niggas' career

The corn-tops ripe and the old breeze blowin',

You can disown him or stone him

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Black sneakers. black tops. talking smack while the smack drops

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

Me and my affiliates the hottest in the city bitch

Set the house up like toast,with a tank of gasoline

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen