This is a song about "Grandma dank snow"

And there's little to be glad for

Always got that dank weed like a dealer,

Kill your grandma, piss on her corpse, r. kelly nigga,

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

And bijies like im out and

You must mix that with dank

Ill destroy you in the finest manner with the illest of grammer till your hear your grandma

Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the lawbitches i fuck with a passion, i'm livin' rough and raw

I got good gas and the weeds dank

Whatever it takes to live and stand

Our children must be taught, of africa

I got ya grandma on my dick (ha ha)

His daughter pops up, it's him n her playing in the snow

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Cause i can't seem to hear myself

My shit so dank it smells