This is a song about "Ash money samuel"

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

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

And i can't even look the other way

Using solo cups as an ash tray

And any chick you can screw i can get wetter

No ash i need u more than ever

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

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

Money bring pain,money bring gain

I live my life in tha fast lane

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

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

I reel them in, goadomes on see

How to get my rent money

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

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort