This is a song about "Thomas the tank engin"

U scared cause i got a big tank

Got racks you don’t understand

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

The bigger the the fun

Got hu women frostburg women

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Like #thomas #the #engine, 'n' if you play back, you'll get run over

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

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

It take a shank and metal tank to harm me

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

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

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

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news