This is a song about "Tom ash"

With the insanest blast and everyone will die from inhaling ash

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

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

Its obvious i'm hot, your daughters in my ash tray

He's like #tom #'n' #jerry, he gets beaten by mice, so he friggin' tries

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Using solo cups as an ash tray

And i be on the block all day

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

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

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

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

You see ash-ley, all the things you did to me.