This is a song about "Dank beats"

/ the only thing i murder beats,

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

I start to think it's all planned

I got good gas and the weeds dank

Can barely walk the city streets

Piece up mind to put it into beats

And truthfully girl you really make my day

Smoking dank that's all i got to say

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Now ill rip myself on these beats

You must mix that with dank

Just hustling you understand

Only smoke that dank cause i don't fuck around

Yeahi tell my niggas pick the target out

Always got that dank weed like a dealer,

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever