This is a song about "Ash"

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

I smoke until dusk, ash flies like dust,

Knees dug deep into the pavement

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

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

Hit the blunt and go to ash

Bring your pen and your weed stash

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

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

Tossed it and watched it catch then turned the box to ash

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

On this path im leaving ash

And work hard then i pass like steve nash

Because i'm throwing ash and smoke,

Motherfucker this is forever dope