This is a song about "Ash costello"

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

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

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

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

Commence like dick costello, penants rise blue n yellow

Blowing out ash as if his throat was like a pipe exhaust,

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

Twist my fuckin cap back like ash catch in the trap

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

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

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

Because i'm throwing ash and smoke,

On top of that, i’m broke