This is a song about "Ash"

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

Like ash and just catch em all up

Money i make em buck

Knees dug deep into the pavement

I smoke until dusk, ash flies like dust,

With the insanest blast and everyone will die from inhaling ash

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

But the battle ain't over till the black man sings

Viewing thresholds as phoenix, my ash holds the meanings

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

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

With a sack of your ash an a steak knife i used to hack off your ass.

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

You're a pile of ash and ember covered in feces of bitches

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches