This is a song about "Ash catchem"

Oh, why do i live this way

Using solo cups as an ash tray

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

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

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

With the insanest blast and everyone will die from inhaling ash

Because i'm throwing ash and smoke,

I fucking hate this job

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

Life's based upon what i'mma do today

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

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

Whilst i puff this hash and dub the ash into your massive ass and laugh,

Except she's got a little more ass

Hit the blunt and go to ash