This is a song about "You so ashy"

And all the shit you went through

Apparently so whats up with you

Cause you've done such

You just tokin so much

To do the things you never did so

My new flow bought hublots below zero

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles

So you obviously must swallow.

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

So you better chart it/

10th grade, eyes red as shit

Rollin' down the four o five

So why do you still live

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

So so so, why don't you go go go