This is a song about "Dat dank"

Why every five minutes niggas walking out

Only smoke that dank cause i don't fuck around

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty

Dank dro and hip hop, hennessy and trap beats

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

We got dat smoke and blow

Your last man was semi pro

To fix dat shit, itll be our secret

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

Cuz your mixtape dropped dat shit on dat piff sucked

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

Yea dank weed pays my bills, feeds my tummy

Third ward general, young cash money

This aint poker but im poppin dat ace

The marathon of this game always changes in pace