This is a song about "Ash"

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

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

Little light in the ass

On this path im leaving ash

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

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Because i'm throwing ash and smoke,

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

Like ash and just catch em all up

Money i make em buck

Twist my fuckin cap back like ash catch in the trap

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

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

With the insanest blast and everyone will die from inhaling ash

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

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass