This is a song about "Ash"

Some niggas ain't got no luck

Like ash and just catch em all up

Twist my fuckin cap back like ash catch in the trap

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

Its obvious i'm hot, your daughters in my ash tray

I likely will be chased through hell with missiles raining ash,

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Because i'm throwing ash and smoke,

Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke

Past the point the earth no longer wears grass and is covered in ash

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

And that little nigga nigga, thinks its okay

I'm impossibly shy, with a mouth as an ash tray

With the insanest blast and everyone will die from inhaling ash

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have