This is a song about "Ash money samuel"

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

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Viewing thresholds as #phoenix, my #ash holds the meanings

And bijies like im out and

I smoke until dusk, ash flies like dust,

I came up hungry

I heard that time is money

So much class, double d’s and ass

On this path im leaving ash

Hit the blunt and go to ash

Bring your pen and your weed stash

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

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

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,