This is a song about "Dank af"

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

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

Miami nights, made a couple grand

You must mix that with dank

I got good gas and the weeds dank

You stood me up and i understand

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

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

Yea dank weed pays my bills, feeds my tummy

Only smoke that dank cause i don't fuck around

I'll keep it moving and tryna get out

My shit so dank it smells

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense