This is a song about "Thomas the tank"

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

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

I just write that right by a mic stand

So ima cashin on a half tank

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

U scared cause i got a big tank

The vision is quite clear

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

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

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

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