This is a song about "Tank tops"

I only fuck bitches who bust out of tube tops

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

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

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

While yall walk down the street with yall halter tops

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

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

Tops until i pop a shot into your iq

And all the while i think of you

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

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

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

And i wonderwhere will i be next year

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear