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

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

You must mix that with dank

Got the passion for the music

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

And that i should probably just drink more goods,

Epic, they used to feed me detours

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

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

I'm like agent k, it's safe to say i'll waste you in a major way

Take this dick while i'm swallow moscato got her freaky, hey

That a niggas gonna end up, when im done puffing this dank

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Quick masterly thieves purloining precious goods

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