This is a song about "Agent gusto got the goods dank"

Miami nights, made a couple grand

You must mix that with dank

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Quick masterly thieves purloining precious goods

And that i should probably just drink more goods,

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Got some lames in my trunk, i dank 'em skunks in shit

And it begins to phase him more each day

Smoking dank that's all i got to say

Young money motherfucker we the shit

Got the passion for the music

I got the juice, i got the juice (yup!)

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck