This is a song about "Ash tray"

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

And thats why i got all this food on my tray, nigga

I still remember the moment, at lunch time when you spilled my tray

Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

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

Viewing thresholds as phoenix, my ash holds the meanings

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Hit the blunt and go to ash

So chase the air hide your stash

Using solo cups as an ash tray

And she gon let it loose, hey

With the insanest blast and everyone will die from inhaling ash

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

I smoke until dusk, ash flies like dust,

Since napster the sales been crashin' and