This is a song about "Ashes dead nan"

All you niggas dead , dead fake

The proverbial lemonade that i made

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

War and slaughter, blood is gold, from dust to ashes/

Crush your life to ashes and sand

And bijies like im out and

I seems i lost my little homie he's a changed man

Journeyman with no fans. i'm the boogeyman, spearing your nan,

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

It's lame remains will burn in ashes when it stays the same/

Burning the stage in ashes

I can teach you all the sounds of love

I was disgusted at you,threw all your clothes out and burnt them to ashes

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Give us this day, our daily bread

Dump yo ashes in my bed,