This is a song about "Dankness"

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Sometimes my lyrics are hard to choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses,

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface

Dial up words but they're not in service

All of my chains got it lookin sunny

Yea dank weed pays my bills, feeds my tummy