This is a song about "Puffing on that dank"

Yea dank weed pays my bills, feeds my tummy

It's a battlejust for tha big money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

That enclosing grip on me

The faker they shakin' my hand

I got good gas and the weeds dank

Stop blowing up my cellphone

Dank dark as catacombs under rome.

My shit so dank it smells

Cause i can't seem to see myself

Smoking on that cali weed smoking on that oj green

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Its maybe that , that got her on me

By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star

We all make a resolution puffing on a cigar