This is a song about "Dank"

You stood me up and i understand

I got good gas and the weeds dank

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

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Yea dank weed pays my bills, feeds my tummy

Only smoke that dank cause i don't fuck around

Lemonade connoisseur life's lemons coming out

Then some lady named billie holiday

Smoking dank that's all i got to say

Always got that dank weed like a dealer,

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

You must mix that with dank

Fighting with my weak hand

Bitch, don't mess this up for yourself

My shit so dank it smells