This is a song about "Rolex dank killing niggas"

Bitch, don't mess this up for yourself

My shit so dank it smells

Which is funny 'cause that's exactly what my rolex has

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Im killing all these niggas that's claiming to be rappers

That a niggas gonna end up, when im done puffing this dank

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Thats presidential rolex.

I can taste the salt from my tears

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Dank dro and hip hop, hennessy and trap beats

So i say goodbye cause ma niggas killing

But if you ain't got the dance they revoke your spinning