This is a song about "Tom ash"

On this path im leaving ash

Rolling while im blowing this stash

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

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

We're young and we don't give a fuck

Like ash and just catch em all up

The battle ain't over till the black man sings

Viewing thresholds as #phoenix, my #ash holds the meanings

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

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

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

Past the point the earth no longer wears grass and is covered in ash

This murder on every track, this verse is an epitaph

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

No ash i need u more than ever

Jt: didn't get a gift for her