This is a song about "Dank allergie"

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually

Yea dank weed pays my bills, feeds my tummy

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Dank dro and hip hop, hennessy and trap beats

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

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Always got that dank weed like a dealer,

Quit playin games gurl you got my head spinnin round

Only smoke that dank cause i don't fuck around

Smoking dank that's all i got to say

But i - somehow, some way

Playin with fire is a danger zone

Dank dark as catacombs under rome.

You must mix that with dank

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast