This is a song about "Tank tops"

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Blood stainin black and white tops

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Lay down, relax, climax, let me bite you

Tops until i pop a shot into your iq

And boppers hopping on the tops of cops 'cause i say so

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

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

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

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

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

We clouds from a spliff, touting and spouting quips off the bare tops

U scared cause i got a big tank

For 5 grand, with intentions to expand