This is a song about "Ash"

You see ash-ley, all the things you did to me.

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

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

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

Because i'm throwing ash and smoke,

To soho, baby milo so dope

See her man face-to-face through the glass

Tossed it and watched it catch then turned the box to ash

I smoke until dusk, ash flies like dust,

Don't know her name those ain't really important

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

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

With the insanest blast and everyone will die from inhaling ash

You know...you know who you are

No ash i need u more than ever