This is a song about "Ash"

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

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

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

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

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

Viewing thresholds as #phoenix, my #ash holds the meanings

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

Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for mehomie, i can remember scrappin' back to back

Everything i once had became ash when that doctor told us about a heart attack you had

Twist my fuckin cap back like ash catch in the trap

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Using solo cups as an ash tray

She gon’ ride this dick, i had a long day

No days off and that's even on a snow day

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