This is a song about "Glass house"

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass

Following footprints with a magnifying glass

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

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

With shards of ice and glass

Gotta make that cash

While i'm rubbing on that ass

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

Up until i hit glass

Yesterday's irrelevant so raise your glass and celebrate

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

Just put your hand on the glass

Baby got that super bass

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

Shut your face before this vase is glass