This is a song about "Ash crow rhimaa cats"

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

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

The stand your ground laws, jim crow, just as racist,

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift

Called it an ep, they said i’m tripping

Real hip hop, leave the fake cats vanishing//

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail

And i'm raw, fish scale

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

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

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

Using solo cups as an ash tray

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

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

Circling pussy like i'm a crow

Word, absence will make the heart grow