This is a song about "Ash"

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

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

Twist my fuckin cap back like ash catch in the trap

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

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

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Viewing thresholds as phoenix, my ash holds the meanings

In the midst of class, as i ash the blunt and pass

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

Hit the blunt and go to ash

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

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

But she's not alonemiss independent

I smoke until dusk, ash flies like dust,