This is a song about "Dank"

I got good gas and the weeds dank

And i can write a hook fast

Dank dro and hip hop, hennessy and trap beats

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Smoking dank that's all i got to say

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Dank dark as catacombs under rome.

Yea dank weed pays my bills, feeds my tummy

Third ward general, young cash money

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

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

My shit so dank it smells

Bitch, don't mess this up for yourself

You must mix that with dank

Got racks you don’t understand