This is a song about "Glass heart"

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

I'm hurtin ur feelins and burnin ur ass ur fragile like glass

Baby got that super bass

Your always breaking glass

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Because i've broken more boys easy as shattering glass,

Just put your hand on the glass

Your life is a product of trash

At it with glass- what matters?

I got a lot of manners

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Maybe a shot in the heart glass edges in veins so sharp,

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

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash