This is a song about "Knockin blunt ashes off"

And the word most important

Bad bitches that roll my blunt

Thought this was forever love

I will drink your ashes

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

Skip classes, snort blunt ashes out of our mustaches

They got me goin' mad, i'm knockin' busters on they backs

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

A 99 year old man stuck in prison i come the ashes

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

I wanna cock and shoot, mama plots, thinks i'm knockin' boots,

Off of the third blunt i burnt up with my purp cup,

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

Dump yo ashes in my bed,