This is a song about "Ash ketchum"

He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away

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

Because i'm throwing ash and smoke,

That i'd, never ever ever go broke

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

Past the point the earth no longer wears grass and is covered in ash

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

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

Hit the blunt and go to ash

So much class, double d’s and ass

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

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

I'm a son of gun

But i tried to ketchum

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

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