This is a song about "Ash tray"

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

Who cut my power off? it’s time to move that powder soft

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

And work hard then i pass like steve nash

On this path im leaving ash

Take this dick while i'm swallow moscato got her freaky, hey

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

And i promised myself i wouldn't tell you this shit today

Its obvious i'm hot, your daughters in my ash tray

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

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

Just like this kush grade-a, and matching rolling tray

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