This is a song about "Dank yon"

And bijies like im out and

You must mix that with dank

Quit the job baby, come and fuck me all day

Smoking dank that's all i got to say

Only smoke that dank cause i don't fuck around

Them lames ain't even know the newest planes came out

My shit so dank it smells

I made it myself

I’m coming back like light-skin and

I got good gas and the weeds dank

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

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Rollin dank so i dont feel tense

I can taste the salt from my tears

Third ward general, young cash money

Yea dank weed pays my bills, feeds my tummy