This is a song about "Thomas the tank"

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Never will you survive if you ever rhyme for a poser

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

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

And never should you tear

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

No stress battling cos you copy shit, but i'm original, invent it like thomas jefferson/

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

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

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