This is a song about "Ash"

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

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

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

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

I smoke until dusk, ash flies like dust,

I ain't trying to be ignorant

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

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

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

In the midst of class, as i ash the blunt and pass

Using solo cups as an ash tray

She will never get by, no how no way

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

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one 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