This is a song about "Mrsir dewey"

Yea dank weed pays my bills, feeds my tummy

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Always got that dank weed like a dealer,

Or something that you paid for

Got racks you don’t understand

You must mix that with dank

You want lovey dovey bloodrain2753 has that covered

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

My shit so dank it smells

Cause i can't seem to see myself

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Neck drenched in sweat, he represents the present tense/

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Dank dark as catacombs under rome.

I’m coming back like light-skin and

I got good gas and the weeds dank