This is a song about "Dank nugs"

If you can't look up at yourself

My shit so dank it smells

Forever my endeavours and i sever my opponents

I'm stuffing nugs in my pockets like the chronic in blunts

Only smoke that dank cause i don't fuck around

I be on some fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Dank dro and hip hop, hennessy and trap beats

Rollin dank so i dont feel tense

I'm on deck i'm up next

You must mix that with dank

They could never understand

I got good gas and the weeds dank

And i can write a hook fast

Yea dank weed pays my bills, feeds my tummy

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually