This is a song about "Dank frags"

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Yea dank weed pays my bills, feeds my tummy

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

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

In private, not public in the streets

Dank dro and hip hop, hennessy and trap beats

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

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

Always got that dank weed like a dealer,

"contemplate", i wrote about her

So i guess you think you grown

Dank dark as catacombs under rome.

Rollin dank so i dont feel tense

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Only smoke that dank cause i don't fuck around

Abuse paper, run through it 'til the ink's out