This is a song about "Thomas the tank"

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

My time with their half-witted reviews

Saw the bombs on the news

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

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

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

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Faces, sex on the white sand beaches of saint thomas, though this ain't

You have highlights about your life, i have lights 'bout my high life bitch

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

L o u d air i breathe

As the tao converted the thief