This is a song about "Being dank"

You must mix that with dank

They could never understand

Than the muse of a family

Yea dank weed pays my bills, feeds my tummy

Took the form of a human being

Get off a key like i can’t sing

If that bitch don't like you, she gonna tell you how she feel

I say what i feel, its not being rude it's being real

And i'mma show you how the south was won

Im tired of being slepted on

But thats the life of a human being

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Dank dark as catacombs under rome.

Mami told me son, hold your own

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Dank dro and hip hop, hennessy and trap beats