This is a song about "Dank allergie"

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Always got that dank weed like a dealer,

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

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

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

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

I got good gas and the weeds dank

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

I can taste the salt from my tears

Rollin dank so i dont feel tense

Smoking dank that's all i got to say

Oh, why do i live this way

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