This is a song about "Dank meemz"

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

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Yea dank weed pays my bills, feeds my tummy

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

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

Only smoke that dank cause i don't fuck around

Ridin' through my city car black can't see out

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

I got good gas and the weeds dank

You must mix that with dank

And i ain't trying to land

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

Dank dro and hip hop, hennessy and trap beats

My shit so dank it smells

Cause i can't seem to feel myself