This is a song about "Ash money samuel"

Twist my fuckin cap back like ash catch in the trap

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

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

Like ash and just catch em all up

I said i don’t give a fuck

Music is money, money isn't music

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

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

How to get my rent money

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

But five years from now i bet she see

I heard that time is money