This is a song about "Tank"

Cause in this tank, it's me and my bros rhyming for fun

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

U scared cause i got a big tank

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

But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby

It take a shank and metal tank to harm me

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

And i wonderwhere will i be next year

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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