This is a song about "Tank tops"

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

While yall walk down the street with yall halter tops

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

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

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

Odd future wolf gang like they're filmin' twilight in this bitch

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

All black everthing on some jigga shit

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

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

U scared cause i got a big tank

That we can't forget the past