This is a song about "Getting dank"

I got good gas and the weeds dank

Got racks you don’t understand

Feminine’s getting intimate

I’m first class on my trip trip

Of being of always getting wired

That bitch was racist, got me fired

Flow to my heart, hit the flo' when im dying

This is getting so horrifying

So you finally got the nerve

And getting songs signed by minors

Else the police getting called and somebody getting shot

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Yea dank weed pays my bills, feeds my tummy

Put my number in your phone

Dank dark as catacombs under rome.