This is a song about "Ash money samuel"

Using solo cups as an ash tray

But i got two a-mex's that look the same way

Turn 'em off! time to set it off, get you wet and soft

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

That's the way, you can move it baby

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

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

I heard that time is money

Where rules get followed

Because i'm throwing ash and smoke,

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

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

Money bring pain,money bring gain

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.