This is a song about "Ash tray"

Everything i once had became ash when that doctor told us about a heart attack you had

Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for mehomie, i can remember scrappin' back to back

Twist my fuckin cap back like ash catch in the trap

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Viewing thresholds as phoenix, my ash holds the meanings

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

Using solo cups as an ash tray

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

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

That's why they salty every where i swear its like a snow day

Serve you on a tray, but may i present to you a possible way